All stories don't start with happiness and love, some start with pain and tears. Being caged by a rich powerful man wasn't on Ahana Choudhary's list when she went to his house to get something back. She just wanted to dance and have a good life with a small family but there was nothing good about Hamza Saeed. How will their story end with all the riots and partition of India getting closer? *This is a short but full book.* *English isn't my first language.* *This book has many scenes which may or may not trigger you.*

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

I limped towards the kitchen after sending him an email, that I'm on leave today. I couldn't even able to walk properly as I was feeling sore down there, just thinking about what happened yesterday was enough to make me trembling down with fear. He was rough, way too rough. He didn't even mind that I was on my 5th day of my menstrual period. For him it's all about him and his needs. He will never change. My lips wobbled as I cleared my tears as it started to flow down. Entering the kitchen, I took the glass of water gulping it down furiously to calm my racing heartbeat. I took another and another as my throat was itching and hurting with all that screaming. I gasped while keeping the glass in the sink. I won't be going to office today not after his brutality. I don't have enough strength to face him. I just can't... He's an animal and I don't think I can even stay in the same room as him even though he had done this so many times, yesterday he went too far. He crossed his limits and I don't want to see his face. I just hate him so much. As I stood holding the sink, a thought crossed my mind, why life is so cruel to me? What did I do to receive these? Why did I ended up with him? I just want to live normally. I sighed brushing my open hair, thinking about my miserable life. I shook my head, tying my hair in a bun. I turned around to leave the kitchen only to get startled by him. Him? My eyes widened at the realisation as gasped left my mouth in horror at the sight of him. What? He's here. It means... he never left. And the worst part is he's also looking at me with that look on his face. Lust filled eyes. Will he ever leave me alone? ------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS ABUSIVE DARK ROMANCE AND FORCED MATURED CONTENT. -------------------------- Highest Rankings:- #1 Random - 26/10/2023 #1 Story - 4/09/2025 #2 Zaddy- 5/01/2024 #2 Badboy - 26/02/2024 #4 Indian - 26/02/2024 #5 Obsessed - 16/02/2024 DO NOT COPY MY WORK PLEASE

Love Story of Angar and Wafa.

❝I am cool as long as you treat her as your sister. If you think beyond that you're dead❞ Raghav Shetty and Myra Singh live in two different worlds. Completely opposite to eachother. They meet at their siblings wedding and hate eachother.But fate has written them a new destiny. Join from hating eachother to falling head over heels in love with eachother of Raghav and Myra.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫." The king of Vijaygarh had to marry a girl to complete his thirst of desires. She was well aware that she was married to fulfill his needs... so she shouldn't hope for anything from him as she was just a girl who he had to bed because of the curse. Marrying her doesn't felt any special or significant until the way he got used to her, obsessed to her. The king's craving for her only increased and increased. He started yearning for her more and more with each passing days and he felt it was natural and normal as she was ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉. ~𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁~ || ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE ||

She had everything a girl could imagine, a girl could dream of having.Her life had all the colours one could have to paint their life perfect. But there was one thing which was not under her control.It was her Love. The LOVE which was illicit......... This piece of writing is purely fictional. All characters and plot is fiction only.No Intention of hurting any caste, community or culture. Please bear the grammatical mistakes.

it is said that : You can Blackmail someone, only when you have dirt on someone, or at least you think you do! Bela was a simple 25 years old beautiful and dedicated Nurse at the City Hospital, her life was tough but it was simple and cheerful with her baby sister Suhani. She has faced many hardships in her life to reach where she is today. But she is suddenly hit by a Thunderstorm! Bela's struggling life drops one more notch down, when she is Blackmailed to marry the 32 years old Dangerous and Ruthless Zillionaire Nakul Mahendra Trehan, who owns a chain of Casinos and Hotels. He is known for his richness and cold heart. Nakul is a control freak who wants everything according to his preference. Both their standards of living, are poles apart yet Nakul Blackmails Bela into marrying him. Reasons??? Even she didn't know! All she knew was that, she had to marry this Ruthless emotionless man who scares every fibre of her existence, just to protect her only family, her baby sister. She begs him to spare her but Nakul is too blind to realise her insecurities regarding marriage and he is hell bent on marrying her. Is it because of his Lust or Love for her?? Only He knew what it was! Did Bela ever wanted a Zillionaire Husband? Hell No! Would she be able to find the actual reason for this forceful Blackmail marriage? Join this tale of exciting mysterious Blackmailed marriage and I guarantee you all will like the Journey of Bela and Nakul. Guys, it is going to be a little dark in romance and will have some disturbing scenes and abusive language against women and men. So, read it on your own free will, as you have been warned.

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.