She was someone so pure that even the devil would want to protect her. And he was the devil... When his eyes landed on her, Their world changed. She never knew it was the last day of her freedom. He kidnapped her . Married her. Loved her. Worshipped her. And he would bend the world to have her . Content Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, and non-consensual situations, including forced marriage and physical dominance. It depicts intense emotional and psychological distress. Recommended for mature readers aged 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

Jagroop Brar has spent his entire life believing one thing: what belongs to him cannot belong to anyone else. Raised between wheat fields, grief, and the rigid pride of Punjab's villages, Jagga loves Simran with a devotion so consuming it slowly turns into something darker. What begins as protection becomes control. What begins as longing becomes ruin. Junooniyat Jatt Di is a rural psychological tragedy about inheritance, masculinity, grief, and the terrifying logic of possessive love.

"I'm taking you with me." She froze with terror as the man loomed close to kidnap her. "Nooooo". She gave a guttural cry for help, that echoed through the deserted roads. But help never came as she was bundled into the dark sedan, the world fading away as the doors locked. ------ One stretched moment. One missed bus. Was all it cost Sandhya's dream vacation to end up in endless dunes of unforgiving desert. Lost, frightened, and completely alone, she had no choice but to trust the stranger who offered help. Aktar was quiet. Distant. Safe. Or so she believed. Behind his guarded eyes lies a past he cannot escape and a darkness he cannot outrun. She trusted him with an innocence the world had never shown him. She walked beside him without fear. And without realizing it, he saw something in her he had stopped believing in long ago - something worth not losing. But the past does not let go. And love, when born in darkness, demands a brutal price. On her way back, she gets abducted. And the only man who knows where she might be... is the one she trusted the most. Sometimes, finding someone means... becoming someone they may never forgive. Because loving her was never the danger. Losing her was. Finding You In The Dark is a battle between two hearts - one that trusted without fear, and one that loved in silence. And in a battle... only one can win.

Feared by all and untouchable, he rules the city with power and violence... One simple, fearless girl ignites a dangerous obsession. . "Bas ek nazar... aur tum meri ho jaogi," he whispers, and every glance, every encounter blurs the line between desire and destruction...

Riddhima had a perfect life, simple and beautiful. A loving and caring husband, a big and complete family, wealth, happiness, everything. What else an orphan like her would want? But suddenly one day she stumbles upon a secret. An incident that happened three years back.Is this secret related to Vansh's past? Will this secret affect Riansh's relationship. Or things are not like how it seems to be. Life is not that simple as it seems to be. We all have past some has good one, some has bad one and some has horrible past. When you have a good past you remember it as a good memory, when you have a bad one you just ignore them and try to move on, but when you have a horrible and painful past, you just try to run away from it. But, what if that very past starts haunting you and starts interfering in your life ruining your present? To know more read this book.I hope you will like it. Warning- This is my story. Don't even think of copying my story otherwise I will punch👊👊 you right on your face and break all your teeth.😡👊 Plagiarism not supported.🙅🙅

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt. What will happen when Aadhira is forced to live with her biological family whom she hates the most? Her family abandoned her when she was a new-born, so why are they claiming her now? Will she ever be able to forgive them for the things they did to her? Will she ever be able to love and accept them? Will her family be able to remove the seed of hatred she has for them or will Aadhira's hatred grow? For more stay tuned