I wake in the blue house, the morning light filtering through the curtains in soft, golden streams. My body feels different today. Lighter. Freer.
my name is mahi, i wrote stories in almost all genre, but dark romance is my main genre. it took too much time and efforts to make chapters.
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An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction
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HISTORICAL FANTASY ROMANCE [contain explicit themes 18+] People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.
HISTORICAL MATURE ROMANCE "A prince entered the forest seeking prey. Instead, he found the woman who would become his destiny." In the ancient fantasy world of Aaryavarta, where kingdoms rise beneath the blessings of forgotten gods and forests hide secrets older than time itself, fate begins with a single forbidden glance. Nayantara is a spirited village girl from the secluded settlement of Antravan, living on the edge of the sacred Mahavan Aranya. Fierce, stubborn, and unwilling to surrender her heart to a man driven only by desire, she dreams of a love powerful enough to consume every corner of her soul. Far beyond the forest lies Rudragarh, the kingdom of warriors and kings. Its crown prince, Rudraveer, is destined to inherit a throne stained with blood, politics, and ambition. When a hunting expedition leads him deep into the forbidden woods, he discovers a hidden sanctuary known only in village legends, the mystical Muktasar, the Pond of Pearls. There, beneath silver sunlight and beside waters white as moonlit pearls, he sees a masked young woman performing an ancient bridal ritual. One glance becomes an obsession. One meeting becomes destiny. One touch ignites a fire neither can extinguish. But love was never meant to be simple. A prince cannot freely choose a village girl. A future king cannot ignore the demands of kingdoms. And Nayantara soon learns that loving Rudraveer means stepping into a world of power, betrayal, secrets, and dangerous enemies who would rather see her dead than seated upon a throne. Because some loves are blessings. And some become sins powerful enough to shake kingdoms.
he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future?
THIS STORY CONTAIN EXPLICIT MATURE SCENES [18+] The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move. "Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close. "I gave you time. Space." His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim. "Now I take what's mine." He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance. He doesn't ask. He decides. And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him. And somewhere in the future- She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final. "Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me." she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap" she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.." This is not romantic love story.. It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion... ...and escape may have never been an option. He didn't fall for her. He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mature themes explicit sexual content Marriage trope Frequent intimate scenes between married partners Strong language / profanity Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy Power dynamics within a relationship Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress
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