HIS MRS. RANAWAT |18+| ✓

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..."
He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked.

"What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan."

But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke,

"But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband."

And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him.

It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him.
He became my addiction. My everything.
Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me.

He is 37. She is 23.
He's a virgin..she's not.
He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined.
She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship.

Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance...
Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule.

It isn't just a love story.
It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary.

✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨
Tropes:
• Age Gap
• Marriage of Convenience
• Dark Romance
• She Fell First, He Fell Harder

Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you!

Rated: MATURE THEME
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