His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

He is the law of Mohali. She is a storm he intends to cage. At thirty-two, Arjan Singh Dhaliwal operates in a world where power is absolute, promises are binding, and his word is the final law. As a ruthless, sharp-tongued MLA, he doesn't know how to negotiate, and he certainly doesn't know how to lose. When he sets his dark, piercing gaze on the fierce and beautiful daughter of the Bajwa house, he doesn't just want her hand in marriage...he wants absolute ownership of her heart, her defiance, and her destiny. At twenty-five, Dr. Kudrat Kaur Bajwa has dedicated her life to healing, independence, and the open sky. She is an untamable sparrow with a spicy resilience and a stubborn heart. But a single sight at her, binds her to the powerful Dhaliwal lineage, turning her world upside down. Forced into a marriage wrapped in grand Punjabi traditions, heavy crimson velvet, and ancestral pride, she vows never to bow to the arrogant politician who claimed her. "Look at what you just did! You dragged me like an animal! You don't want a wife, Arjan Dhaliwal, you want a slave! You want to kill my dreams, my career, my identity! You want to lock me in your mansion!" "Je agli vaar pair vi baahar kaddia, te main lataan bhann deniyaan teriyaan. (If next time you even step a foot outside, I will break your legs myself.) I will do whatever it takes to keep you right where you belong......beside me." ... This is a punjabi story, contains translation... Tropes: 1. Age Gap (32 & 25) 2. Alpha / Morally Grey Male Lead 3. Fierce / Independent Female Lead 4. Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity 5. Possessive male lead 6.He Falls First & Harder

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

Start: 27-04-2026 #𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ⋆.˚✮𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮˚.⋆ Ekansh Deewan once loved a woman deeply, Hiba. His love for Hiba never faded away even after her demise. Hiba, being from a different religion, her family didn't approve of her marriage to Ekansh. They eloped and got married against the will of Hiba's family when they were twenty-six. They built a company together and became successful. Ekansh loved his wife and son dearly until... they were murdered. He lost his beloved Hiba and his six-month-old son to murder in the name of honor killing. The day he lost his Hiba he lost himself. He has become numb to the world and avoided people. Focusing on work and drinking. He became an alcoholic. At night, he will look at the last family photo he took with Hiba and his son as tears spill down his eyes. Seeing Ekansh's condition, his parents felt helpless seeing his son in distress. So, they forced him to marry Mayuri Thakur. An orphan girl his uncle was raising. Mayuri is a timid girl who lost her parents and was raised by Ekansh's uncle. She is quiet and soft-spoken. A nurse. Ekansh was pressured into marrying Mayuri against his will. Mayuri has always loved Ekansh from a distance. A one-sided love, even if she knew Ekansh would never love her back, she married Ekansh in the hope one day he would love her. Will Ekansh ever move on from his loss and accept Mayuri as his wife? Or did Mayuri make a grave mistake by marrying a self-destructive Ekansh?... ──── ✮ ──── 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥.

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

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