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She isnβt untouchable. She touches. She guides hands. She corrects posture. She presses her palm to a racing chest and slows it down. She stands close enough for breath to mix, close enough for restraint to feel like torture. But she has one rule. No crossing the final line. No claiming. No being claimed. Men leave her studio shaken, satisfied, and never fully fulfilled β because what she gives is controlled. Measured. Curated. And Armaan doesnβt want curated. He wants her undone. TROPES Power Play / Control vs Surrender Femdom Energy (Psychological, Not Cruel) Touch but Donβt Cross the Line Strategic Seduction Obsession Turns Into Love Emotional Denial Pleasure as Power Weaponized Intimacy Therapist/Client Dynamics



A village where everything revolves around sex



When Rajveer Singh Rathore, the royal prince of Udaipur, was left by his wife, his world shattered overnight. His newborn son's cries echoed through the palace - cries no one could calm. Not his mother, not the royal doctors, not even the most experienced nannies in Rajasthan. Until she came. Ananya Sharma, a simple, kind-hearted girl from a small town, walks into the palace expecting nothing but a job. Yet the moment she holds the crying prince in her arms, silence fills the room - and something inside Rajveer begins to breathe again. She brings laughter back into the palace, warmth into the cold marble halls, and light into Rajveer's guarded heart. But as walls begin to crumble and hearts begin to heal, a question lingers - Can a girl with nothing to her name become the warmth that a broken prince and his son had been waiting for all along? Anyone can read this book . This has nothing explicit and is fit for all ages #Royal romance #single dad



A collection of stories mostly a one or two chapter story but some maybe of 5 to 10 chapter depending on storyline. This book mainly contains smut and 18+content so read at your own risk ππππ If anyone wants to give suggestion for the plot you are more than welcome Author smriti

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