"His reign,my ruin"
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Huling na-publish Tue, Mar 3, 2026
The waiter approached with a polite smile. "Ma'am, your order please?"
She glanced at him, then shifted her eyes toward the man sitting silently across the table - her husband.
She gave a small nod.
Her hands trembled slightly. Her heartbeat quickened. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, then back at the menu, struggling to steady herself.
"One plate Manchurian... chowmein... and dosa," she said softly.
Then she looked up again, her voice barely audible. "You should order something too..."
He didn't answer right away - just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Finally, he placed his order, but there was something in his tone - calm, yet cold. As if the food didn't matter. As if only she did.
That's when he noticed it.
A man, a few tables away, staring at her.
He didn't blink.
She, unaware, smiled at something the man said. Laughed softly. For a second, it was like the air around her shimmered with warmth.
But in him - everything went dark.
In one smooth, silent motion, he stood and walked to her. She looked up, confused... surprised.
He said nothing.
He simply slid her chair closer to himself with one firm hand. Now they were close. Too close. Their breaths mingled. Their hearts beat in sync - loud and unignorable.
She gasped, barely able to meet his eyes.
Then he turned his head sharply toward the man and glared - a look that could kill.
The man froze.
With a single, silent gesture, her husband told him to leave.
The man stumbled back, trembling in fear.
Then he leaned closer to her, his voice a dark whisper, a vow, a warning:
"Tera muskurana... nazar jhukana... sirf mere liye hai. Bas mere liye."
Her breath caught.
She wasn't just shocked - she was claimed.
Because no matter how soft his love looked on the surface...
...beneath it was obsession.
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His Treasure | 18+ ( On hold )
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𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫
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Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.
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