"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Anokhi...an 18 years old girl who possess the beauty of a nymph. She was living a happy life with her mother and stepfather but seems like someone has cast an evil eye on Anokhi's little happy family. She lost her everything just within a single day. Her mother, stepfather who loved her like his own child ,both of them were snatched away from the innocent Anokhi , leaving her alone in the clutcher of an evil ,Who is none other than her step uncle . Will Anokhi fight for her justice and rights or will be forever stuck in this nightmare? Disclaimer: This story contains rape scenes and few abuse scenes so if you're not comfortable reading it then please don't read , this is not a love story. Also English isn't my first language , so you may see lot of grammatical errors. Please ignore them . I hope you all will enjoy the story. Thank you!

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

She had no idea that meeting him would be the beginning of her worst nightmare. He was destruction in human form, he was her nightmare. ⁠益⁠ Story of a villain ⚠️Warning to all of the readers, The story contains dark theme. It is not a normal content, i wrote 21+ for a reason, the story is going to have many vulgar, dirty sex, violent abuse scenes and when I said alot, that means alot, the main lead is not a good man in any way, neither any character in this story. I don't normalise anything neither support it. It is an adult content so read it to your own risk. DO not report my book or i will take my other books down as well.

"Please let me go " she cried, her voice trembling with fear. "Shhh, don't waste your energy, love. Keep it for the real game " he said, coming closer to her. She turned her face away in disgust. "Oww, look at yourself, feeling disgusted and all. Just wait, darling, how I turn this disgust into pleasure you beg to get again and again, day and night" he said, sliding her hair away from her face. His breath hit her face, making her shiver. "You won't get away with this " she said, trying to be brave, but her voice was cracking. "We will see, love " he said in amusement, eating her earlobe. Stalking her was not enough; never enough. Seeing her from afar, not having her beside , not being able to touch her was insane. He deserved her; he deserved her all. She thought she was overreacting but her intuition was right; it always was right, only if she stayed away from him, she wouldn't be in hell, which he called love. Triggers: sextual content , manipulation, rape , self-harm , toxic love Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"I love you y/n" his eyes blinking in a shade of blue, filled with anticipation, hopeful for your acceptance of his deep feelings. "Are you mad Jungkook! You are a robot!" you exclaimed, looking at him with a hint of disgust, the revelation clearly unsettling you. "I'm your doctor's girlfriend!" Those words pierced through Jungkook, shattering whatever hope he held onto. He couldn't contain the emotional turmoil within him. _______________________________________________________ JJK1, short for Jeon Jungkook edition 1, stood as a marvel of technology, a special androhuman robot crafted to perfection in every conceivable field. The mastermind behind this creation was none other than the renowned scientist, Kim Namjoon. Within the intricate circuits and metal framework of JJK1 resided an unparalleled level of innovation, a testament to the highest echelons of technological advancement. Kim Namjoon had intricately woven human-like emotions into JJK1's neuro system. However, JJK1, the embodiment of technological brilliance, found himself ensnared in a forbidden yet sweet emotion - love for his Doctor's girlfriend. Warning ⚠️ The book is a remake of movie

Tara Sharma - an 18-year-old girl, as radiant as a blooming rose, her innocence as pure as a dove. With a heart of gold, she finds joy in helping others, seeing kindness not as a virtue but as a way of life. Her brown eyes shimmer with dreams too big for the small town she comes from, and with nothing but hope in her heart, she steps into the vibrant chaos of Delhi, ready to carve a future of her own. But the city is not always kind to dreamers, and Tara is yet to learn that not all paths are lined with roses. Vikrant Singh Rathore - handsome, sharp, and dangerously arrogant. The only son of a powerful businessman, the only heir to an empire of wealth and influence, he has grown up in a world where no wish was ever denied. Indulged and untamed, his stubbornness is as fierce as his charm. The world has always bent to his will, feeding his every whim and shielding him from failure.. He neither believes in destiny nor bows to emotions-until he meets her. Two souls, as different as day and night. One, a dreamer with stars in her eyes. The other, a man who has never learned to look beyond himself. What happens when their worlds collide? Will Tara's innocence soften Vikrant's arrogance, or will he shatter her dreams before she even learns to fly? Delhi holds their fate in its hands, and in this city of millions, a story of love, war, and destiny is about to unfold.