"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears."

He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

This is not a love story meant to comfort you. These are tales of obsession dressed as devotion, control mistaken for care, and men who love with a hunger that does not ask permission. Each story explores desire where power is unequal, choices are compromised, and affection becomes a weapon. There are no gentle heroes here, no safe fantasies - only intimacy that unsettles, attachment that cages, and love that refuses to let go. For readers who crave dark romance in its rawest form - this book does not soften the edges. Read at your own discretion.

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

"Bh...ai.." Avni whispered in a barely audible voice as Ekansh was holding her in his arms. His hands trembled as he saw her drowned in the pool of her own blood. "Avni, you will be okay bachha. Please don't close your eyes . Please beta , I know you are strong" Ekansh said to her gently as he put pressure on her wound to stop bleeding. Listening to him Avni gave him a faint smile as she whispered "d.. don't....wo..r...ry..bh..ai. I....i..... won't.....le..ave...you...all...th...this...soon. i ..s...still.....ha....have...to.....da...nce......in..... you....r..... wedding". She took a deep breath as she said this. Ekansh chuckled in tears listening to her" i know princess, won't let anything happen to you i promise" he said and kissed her forehead. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "B...bhai" as soon as these words left her mouth Ekansh's head snap towards her. His eyes were red with anger as he glanced at her." i am sorry bhai " her trembling voice reached his ears and his eyes softened a bit but then again turned into anger " SHUT UP! My daughter could have died because you. Do you realise that". He ran his hands over his face to calm down his anger and turned his face away from her and said " just don't, don't show me your face Avni". His words felt like daggers to her heart as a sob escaped her lips. She quickly wiped her tears and ran inside her room. ___________________________________________________ Let's dive into the story to know about the lives of the RATHORES.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

In the heart of Paris, Eloise lives a beautiful life, a life she's always dreamed of. She has a loving family, a best friend, and a degree in cyber security. Her goal is simple: to make her parents proud, to stand on her own feet, to travel the world with her best friend. But fate has other plans. A trip to Italy to celebrate her success will change everything. One encounter, one night and Eloise will cross paths with the Marchesi brothers. Her kindness, her innocence, her very heart will become the most dangerous temptation of their lives. Will her world stay the same or will it shatter completely? Eloise Marie Bennett is smart, soft-hearted, and kind. But in the shadows of Milan, her light is about to meet darkness she cannot imagine. ● ● ● Meet the architects of her new reality: the Marchesi brothers. Nathan and Aaron Marchesi are legends of fear. Mafia kings whose names alone send shivers through governments, gangs, and the underworld. Ruthless, sadistic, and merciless, they take what they want and no one dares to refuse them. Their power is absolute, their desire uncontrollable. And then comes Eloise. One girl. One spark. One forbidden obsession that awakens a darkness even they cannot resist. She is everything they should never touch and yet everything they crave. Her refusal ignites a fire they will stop at nothing to satisfy. Every rule, every limit, every line they've ever known......will be broken. They will stop at nothing to make her theirs. To cage her, to control her, to break her gentle spirit and remake it in their image. In their world, love is ownership. Care is control. And freedom is a concept they will burn to the ground to erase from her mind. Will Eloise survive the obsession of two men who fear nothing? Or will their dark, relentless desire consume her completely.....body, heart, and soul? Read Prologue for detail description.

Chains of Raichand They say family is blood. For me, it's chains - binding, breaking, bleeding. Kyra Raichand doesn't have a childhood. She has a sentence. Three brothers. Three kings of pain, control, and obsession. They don't love her - they own her. They punish her until she's raw, break her until she's silent. And when the bruises fade, their cold hands stitch her back together - because she's theirs, and no one else's. There's no mercy behind their eyes. Only possession. No escape from the shadows they cast over her life. And the worst part? Kyra is trapped between hatred and the twisted, suffocating comfort only they can give.

Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK