Two strangers. One vow. No way out. She didn't choose him. She didn't want this life. But when the doors closed and the cameras stopped flashing, Meera found herself alone with Ravan. The man who now held her future in his hands. Every time she tries to pull away, he pulls her closer. Every time she tries to find the exit, he stands in the way. "I'm leaving when the year is over," she whispers, her voice trembling. Ravan's eyes darken as he traps her against the cold marble wall, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. "Look at me," he commands. "There is no clock ticking here. There is no 'after.' You are the wife of Ravan now... and I don't let go of what belongs to me." (New chapters will be released every Tuesday and Friday at 6:30 PM IST. Mark your calendars so you don't miss a single moment of the drama!)

'Vikram Devara' and 'Sita' were poles apart but fell in love. But what happens when Sita faces the dark side of Vikram. Vikram would go to any extent to keep her with him while she wanted to run away from his clutches. She is his sanity. Will their love survive?

He wanted her from the first glance. She didn't choose him-but somehow, she'll have to find herself within his. Altan Demirhan falls in love with Sarayah Siddique the moment he sees her. He wants her completely, decisively, and without hesitation. To him, wanting is enough. Waiting is proof. Control is care. Sarayah is a simple girl with simple dreams, unprepared for the world of wealth, power, and quiet dominance she is pulled into when she becomes his wife. She barely knows the man she marries-and never realizes that the life surrounding her has been shaped by him long before she had a choice in it. As devotion begins to feel heavier than safety, and patience starts to resemble something far more dangerous. Sarayah must confront an unsettling question: can love be chosen after it has already claimed you? When You See Me is a dark, morally complex romance about the thin line between protection and possession-and whether love can be real when it was never freely given.

# 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐟𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐚 : 𝘈 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒌-𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅." ___________________________________________ "She said she loved stories... But she never knew, one would trap her inside. 📖 Ishita Rathore - a simple, middle-class girl, who lived between pages and dreams. But what happens... when the book she loves pulls her in? And worse... What happens when she becomes the second chance of the villain himself - Ekansh Singh Rajvansh. Not the hero. Not the prince. The villain. The one who lost everything once. And now, he won't lose again. Not her. Not this time. "Welcome to the world where fiction becomes fate... And villains rewrite their endings." 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑺- ✧ 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥. ✧ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐗 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧. ✧ 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩. ✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲. ✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. ✧ "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞" 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲.

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #1 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ｡♪ He dragged her onto his lap, his grip firm, his eyes cold with something deeper than anger. She struggled, tears sliding down as she hit his chest weakly. "You always do this to me," she cried, voice cracking like a broken child's. "You don't even care... I hate you!" He didn't react-not to her words, not to her tears. Just stared, his gaze dark and possessive. Then he took her hand, guided it down. "Open the zip," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Take me inside... and complain properly, bachha." --- Tropes : ●Student × professor ●Grumpy × sunshine ●Slow burn ●Forced proximity ●18+ Copyright © 2025 Bella This book is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Written by: bella

In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌