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.

He thinks I am his toy, he can play with, hold me captive, control and manipulate. She is my doll, who plays with the unknown emotions I have in me until I saw her. She holds me captive so effortlessly and control a devil's heart and mind with just her merry existence. Funny that she thinks she is my captive, little does she know what power she holds, to even erase this monster's existence. Only she can. She is that shade of colour, so much noticeable in my shades of darkness, which is equally dark yet different. She made the devil know what fear means , the fear of losing her. So the devil didn't leave much choice for the fate. Concealed to only one option, the only one I left for her to pick. Showing her what only I wanted her to see. To make her mine. Call me mad, call me insane, call me obsessed but she is my addiction. Good for you if you leave her for me, coz she is the one to hold my sanity between the insane pieces of my soul. If not for her existence, I cannot promise to spare your lives. All the great men that made history, had ever bowed only to their women. I got mine, to mark a new page in my history . His love is different, his obsession is insanely magical. Does this make me psychotic to love his ways . I don't mind. He says I am his addiction. Little does he know what he means to me . I hate him and loved him more than any feeling in the world. I know his secrets, yet I love him. He wants me to love the beast in him, so yes , I love him. He showed me the darkest side of the sun, I didn't knew existed, so do that make him special? Of course. He proved me , love can be insanely beautiful, so yes , I love him. I love him because I love him. That's because he is mine. hello dear readers. CAUTION : MATURE CONTENT 21+ DARK ROMANCE TRIGGER WARNINGS MANIPULATION RAPE this is an original story. All copyrights reserved. plz do not copy. if found plz report.

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

druv(33 years) x maha(18 years) maha is just 18 when her whole life turns upside down. her parents die in a sudden accident, and overnight she becomes the only heir to a huge business empire. but along with money comes greedy relatives, fake love, and people trying to control her future. in the middle of all this chaos stands only one person truly on her side - her mama, druv. he is 33, her mother's brother, and the only one who is not after her money. while others talk about marriage and property, he talks about her studies, her independence, and her becoming strong enough to run her father's business. but maha is heartbroken, scared, and tired of losing people. when she finds out the boy she trusted only cared about her wealth, she breaks down. in that emotional moment, she turns to the one man who has always protected her and asks him to marry her. druv is shocked. he never saw her that way and believes she is too young. he wants to protect her future, not tie her to a marriage out of fear. but maha thinks differently. she is afraid of being left alone again and believes marriage is the only way to keep someone from walking out of her life. now both of them are stuck between love, responsibility, family pressure, and their own confusing emotions. is this just a marriage for protection? or is fate slowly turning their bond into something neither of them expected?

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

Tara is a quiet waitress struggling to keep her head above water. She works in a bar which is a place of all gangsters. And her heart fell for one right hand, Kabir. ​Kabir is known as the "Executioner"-the Black Viper's cold-blooded right hand. He is a man built of scars and silence. He is a man made of cold steel and lethal silence, a predator who belongs to no one. Yet, every night, he finds himself drawn to the one place he shouldn't be. ​"You're shaking, Tara," he rasped, his massive, scarred body pinning her into the mattress. "Is it the cold, or is it the way I'm looking at you?" ​"It's the way you're holding me," she gasped, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back. "Like you're trying to break me." A story of raw obsession, where the only thing more dangerous than the city is the heat behind a locked door.

"𝑀𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑠ℎ 𝑑𝑒 𝑗𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑖" 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 🌷 She's his goddess. He is her devotee. Aratrika Singhania is successful, brilliant and blunt. But she is not perfect. At least, according to her. She is broken and insecure, carrying scars with a perfunctory smile. Ishaan Raichand is tall, handsome and perfect. The Golden Boy, they call him. But despite having everything, he has nothing. His Love. Aratrika Singhania. He is cold but she is the heart beating beneath the ice. She is afraid of falling in love. He is right there to catch her. She thinks she's impossible to love. He is there just to prove her wrong. She has insecurities. He is there to kiss them away. When the fate throws them back together again, will they finally find their forever or will their twisted fates lead to another heartbreak? Read to find out. 🌻☘️🌻 Ranking: #38 in CEO out of 47.2 k stories #6 in bestfriends out of 128k stories

Two officers bound by duty. One year, one contract, and a thousand unexpected moments that threaten to turn a temporary arrangement into something neither planned and both fear to name.

The first time Meenakshi saw Suhas, she felt the kind of fear that carved itself into the soul. He stood in the middle of her father's house, black shirt rolled up to the elbows, gold chain glinting under the flickering tube light. There was something ruthless in the way he looked at the world-as if everything was either his, or would be soon. And that evening, he decided Meenakshi would be his.

He married for duty, but she made him sin Arnav Devraj was never meant to fall in love. Not when his family's empire demanded obedience. He made a promise to his family, to his legacy, to a woman he didn't love. When Arnav Devraj's life becomes a battlefield between duty and desire, between Ruhi's forbidden touch and Nandini's rightful claim only one woman will win. And the other will destroy him.