Duskyskin Stories

"Aap... aap humein aise kyun dekh rahe ho?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "kyunki meri aankhein ab sirf tumhe dekhna chahti hain, Mahi," he said, his deep voice echoing through the silence of their old haveli. she nervously looked down, her dusky cheeks glowing under the dim lantern light. for the world, her colour was something to mock. for him, it was poetry - warmth, earth, and fire together. "ab aise mat jhuko... main sarpanch hoon, sirf gaon ka tumhara nhi," he said while fixing her dupatta gently over her shoulder. "par... sab kehte hain mai..." she stopped, her words breaking as memories of taunts echoed in her head. "jo sab kehte hain, wo unka opinion hai, Mahi. mera nahi," he replied, eyes dark and fierce, the kind of look that silences the world. she tried to step back but his hand caught her wrist - not rough, not soft, just enough to stop her from running away from the truth. "tum meri patni ho... meri izzat, meri garv," he said, each word heavier than the last. the lantern flickered. outside, the village slept. inside, two souls began to understand what destiny had written long ago. --- Tropes: Arranged marriage Sarpanch × Dusky village girl Silent love → fierce protection 1990s rural romance

Book two of game series Tanuja x Kabir

She wasn't his type. Sneha was everything Atul Kaithal never looked twice at-dusky skin, soft curves, a quiet smile that didn't demand attention. But one glance changed everything. The more he tried to ignore her, the harder he fell. Her jasmine-scented hair, her shy blush, the way she laughed without caring what anyone thought... she was nothing like the girls he dated. She was real. And she was making him lose control. But Sneha wasn't waiting for him-she had her own dreams, her own heart to protect. And Atul? He had to prove he wasn't just another city boy who would break it. Because once he decided he wanted her... he wanted her forever. ❤️