Sarpanch Stories

1900𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 story ⚠️ His 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 gets rock hard everyday, tempted by her 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. Little 𝙁𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞 has always been obsessed by her older caretaker as well as her college dean. But he always treats her like his little girl. ♡⃕ 𝙕𝙮𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞, a dominant and possesive man in his 35 years of age. He is the head of several villages, finds himself irresistibly drawn to a girl 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 than him. ━┈ ◇ ━┈ Her first time at a 𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙣-𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖 (nightclub) and she runs into him. In the rage of seeing him sitting with another girl, she boldly slips off her tight dress. Throws herself into his arms and guides his veiny hands to her dripping wet pussy. What will happen when a Cold Strict Handsome Zamindaar who is her caretaker too, gets a taste of her innocence and now wants to keep her to himself? ♡⃕ | • 𝒘 𝒂 𝒓 𝒏 𝒊 𝒏 𝒈 • | It's going to be all smut ⚠️ If you're not comfortable I'll suggest you to not read this story

Eighteen-year-old Bhakti- a fragile, innocent girl burdened with responsibilities far beyond her age. A sick mother. A drunkard father. Endless suffering, carried silently as she struggles to survive each day. One stormy night turns her life upside down. By morning, she steps out of an old, broken hut- wrapped in the coat of the village Sarpanch, Rudra Pratap Singh. She believes no one saw her. But within hours, she finds herself standing before the very man whose coat now clings to her trembling body. Rudra Pratap Singh. Twenty-seven. The powerful Sarpanch who never imagined he would spend a night in a forgotten hut outside the village. A broken car forced him to stay. But his helplessness dragged an innocent girl into chaos. A man whose heart had never beaten for any woman makes a sudden, calculated decision- to marry Bhakti. One is innocent. The other, shrewd (for World). For one, marriage is the beginning of life. For the other, it is merely a responsibility. But the real question remains- will Bhakti ever become Rudra Pratap Singh's devotion? Or will this bond be crushed between power, silence, and sacrifice? #1 in poorgirl 03-02-2026

As Saru sat in his lap eating the delicious chocolate , her eyes closed as the sweet thing melted in her mouth . He pulled the string of her blouse making it slip from her shoulders revealing her milky globes. He groaned at the sight of her barely covered breasts all naked, ready to be his playthings. He cupped her breasts and started massaing her squishy globes making her moan. His thick fingers started pinching her pink nipples just the way she enjoys. Sarpanch x Innocent girl Arvind Singh Rathore- 30 Village Sarpanch Saru Verma -17 ***** Agegap Sex scenes Hindi smut Indian 1980's Indian Mature scenes Sarpanch Village Indian smut Innocent

[Book 1 : Bound by Series] Mahnoor Khan had never imagined she'd find herself in a dusty village in rural Pakistan -far from the glittering glass towers of Istanbul, where she ruled boardrooms in stilettos sharper than her tongue. At age 27, she was a single mother, CEO of her own Tech Company -but utterly foreign to the world she was about to step into. she didn't believe in fate. she came for a project. A one-year deal to build a school for underprivileged children. She told herself it's a PR move. She told herself she wouldn't get involved. Until she met him. Abrar Ahmed Khan. The village's Sarpanch. A man of prayer, of poise, of purpose. Everything she couldn't understand and everything she couldn't seem to ignore. Where she was chaos, he was calm. Where she hid behind sarcasm, he stood in truth. He wasn't her type. This wasn't her world. And yet, destiny doesn't ask for your permission. It doesn't check your calendar or read your resume. It finds you between silence and surrender, between conflict and comfort. Because some hearts are written for each other long before they ever meet. They are simply... bound by destiny.

To save her family, shy Nivedita must marry the one man she was always told to avoid: her brother's formidable best friend, Abhiraj. As the cold village chief, he rules with an iron fist and a hidden past. In a marriage of duty, Nivedita is determined to uncover his secrets. But as the mystery deepens and danger lurks in the shadows, her biggest discovery might be that the husband who married her out of obligation is slowly burning with a passion that could destroy them both... or save them.

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Hridya- The dove 🕊 The girl who doesn't own any surname The girl who escaped from her nightmare twice The girl who married a mysterious man a year ago The girl who struggled every freaking minutes of her life ---------------------------------------------------------------- Rana samrat dev rajput - The hunter 🏹 Maharaj of Rajasthan A cursed king with the complicated family Married his girl at first meet Both didn't just live their life, they survived each day hoping for better future _________________________________________ " I will clean the house " Hridya said while removing her dupatta to keep it aside. "Servants will do, you don't have to" Samrat said while stopping her. He took her both hands in his and said while drowning in her eyes, " You are my heart, I don't want you to do so much work, when you are already keeping me alive". She melted, definitely she did, the man in front of her never leaves a single chance to make her fall for him. 🦋🦋🦋 " Aapka pesha kya hai ji" Hridya asked the man in front of her with curiosity peeking in her eyes. ( what's your profession?) He replied while looking lovingly at her "Ham yahan ke raja hai ji". ( I'm the king here) 🦋🦋🦋 Hridya sleep backfacing samrat with sulking face, suddenly a hand came slowly tracing her back, waist and then to her stomach. She slapped his hand but samrat pulled her closer touching his bare body to her back, she closed her eyes to ignore him. The hot breath near her ear makes her eyes flutter, she opened her eyes still not looking behind to see her desperate husband. "Anal try karein?" Her breath hitched and let out small gasp before looking at her husband with wide eyes and cherry red cheeks. Mischief glistening in his eyes as he looked at his dove with teasing smile. _________________________________________

𝙄𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙜 X 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙕𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙡-𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙞 A 22 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳- 𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, orphan, 𝙄𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙜 learned early how to live without being seen. She spoke softly, smiled rarely and endured endlessly. Her beauty was very loud with a dusky skin tone - it lingered, like moonlight slipping through cracked walls. Many thought her fragile. None knew how much strength it took for her to stand every morning and face a world that never waited for he Until fate noticed her. Far away, beyond deserts soaked in secrets and cities built on fear, ruled a man whose name made grown men lower their gaze. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙕𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙡-𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙞 At 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘪, a land where loyalty was law and betrayal was buried without names. His heart had been buried years ago, sealed beneath loss and violence. Power followed him like a curse, and fear obeyed him like faith. He trusted no one. Until a forgotten village girl, who walked as if the earth itself had wounded her. When their paths crossed, it wasn't love that stirred first. It was something darker. Older, unavoidable and claim. And in that single moment, the Devil found what he never knew he was searching for - His Hayati.

A silent promise, never truly made from the heart, yet one that no one is allowed to break.

This story took place in chanderi village. They met by accident but the encounter got them tangled in complicated relations and unwanted emotions. Age gap Strangers to lovers Seth aur Sethani

"Mera apna baccha hai to mai do laga du. Nhi to mai kyu kisi ko kuch bolu." "Sab kuch to hai. Man me sanka kaisi. Daraar hai. Nhi honi chahiye. lekin. Kismat ke likhe lakiro ko koi mita thori sakta hai." " Mai to sirf keh sakta hu. Maana na maano aapke haatho mei hai. Kabhi koi antar kiya hai ki aage krengi. Woh jo gusse ka aag aapke andar aarachan le raha hai. Woh sabhi ko bhasm kar dega. Ek din. Samay rehtey sambhal jaiye." " Jab unko aapki phikar nhi hai to kyu itni chinta. Kyu har roj call milati hai. Itna pyaar hampe lutaaye jholi phaila kar baithe hai. Aur aakhir kaar woh apke apne bhi nhi hai. To kyu itna sneh. " " Aapko mera kiya har kaam se pareshaani hai. Shaayad mere wajood se hi to pareshaani nhi hai. Har maa apne baccho ko jholi me itna pyaar bhar deti hai .Or ek aap hai jo suru hoti hai khatam hi nhi hoti hai. Aapke liye aapke bete hi sab kuch hai. Sotela bete ki bhi keemat sagi beti se jyaada hoti hai." " Soteli maa soteli hi hoti hai. Do logo ke saamne pyaar racha de. Chaar diwaariyo ke bich rang nikhar hi aate hai. Lekin man me nafrat hi hoti hai. Or mujhshe accha kon hi jaane . " " Phaisla . Ye phaisle ki baat hi nhi hoti. Jo jiska milna tha . Woh use mil jaayega." Sequel to Insatiable Desires BY Kanika_writes Starting date: 08.04.2025

"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

Set in the 1990s, in a world where people still believed that a woman's place was behind closed doors, this is a story of two souls tied together by fate... and transformed by love. Prithvi Raj Thakur - the powerful and respected sarpanch of Devgarh village - is a man feared by many but ruled by silence. He believes women aren't meant to be caged by tradition - they're meant to fly. Roop Yadav - a 21-year-old girl from Sundarpur - is everything society expects her to be: quiet, obedient, and raised to believe that following rules is the only way to survive. She never questions the life chosen for her. When these two opposites are brought together in an arranged marriage, Prithvi thinks he's too old for her. Roop believes she's simply doing her duty. But time has its own plans. With every stolen glance and unspoken word, something begins to shift. What happens when a girl who's never been allowed to dream... Falls in love with the one man who sees her wings? This is the journey of a marriage built not on love, but on silence - that slowly turns into the loudest kind of connection. "Thakur Ki Dulhaniya" A love story of quiet hearts, broken norms, and the healing power of respect.

Rohit Sharma, a rugged and authoritative surpanch, is bound by duty to marry Virat Kohli, a delicate and shy young man. But Rohit's resentment simmers beneath the surface. He's annoyed by Virat's timid nature, viewing it as a weakness. Virat's innocence and naivety grate on Rohit's nerves. Every gentle gesture, every soft-spoken word, fuels Rohit's frustration. He sees Virat as a burden, a constant reminder of his trapped existence. Their arranged union becomes a prison, with Rohit's disdain and Virat's desperation entwining like thorns. Virat's attempts to bridge the gap only widen the chasm. Rohit's harsh words and cold demeanor push Virat further away. Yet, Virat clings to hope, seeking love in Rohit's frozen heart. Will Rohit's hatred ever thaw, or will Virat's patience wear thin? Their fragile bond hangs by a thread, threatened by Rohit's animosity and Virat's unrequited love. The 1950s rural Indian backdrop amplifies the tension, as societal expectations and family obligations suffocate their already strained relationship.

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