She got alerted hearing the same footsteps approaching her. Crawling backwards she shook her head vigorously sensing the same masculine fragrance. As usual, she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. " You got what you wanted. Why are you still keeping me here?" She questioned sobbing but nobody responded. She felt a sudden prick on her arm. Slowly, her movements slowed down but her eyes flickered repeatedly. She will just pass out when the man murmured" We will meet again." Rubab, a 25-year-old woman has a perfectly happy life with a loving family. Her happiness didn't last long when someone abducted her on her wedding day. She doesn't know the reason behind her abduction and why she is being kept hostage. Will she ever come to know the reason behind her abduction or a painful life waiting for her?

He returns in the evening and he gives her a big bunch of green bangles tied with a string. Her eyes shine looking at it and she gives a bright smile. So many? For me? (She asks with a smile) He nods with a smile and gives her a kiss on her cheek. She looks at him and smiles. She didn't show discomfort and he felt elated about it. He then gave her a flower garland which was wrapped in a banana leaf. It had some fresh jasmine flowers and a few son-champa flowers. Son-Champa? (She smells) My favourite, it's fragrance is so nice. He looked at her brightest smile and put his hand around her waist from behind pulling her closer. He kept his chin on her shoulder and whispered near her ears. You liked it? Yes, I liked it. You are so nice. He was happy. From "that groom is dirty" to "You are so nice" made him feel elated and accomplished at the progress. He sensuously kissed her neck and she quivered and turned around immediately. It's ticklish (she said smilingly) He sighs as she had not revolted. He pulls her veil down off her head, takes the flowers from her hand and tucks it in her head carefully. She ran and looked into the small mirror in the room happily. He goes again closer to her and takes the mirror from her hand and hangs it back on the wall. He cups her face and looks at her. You look gorgeous and smell great. She smiles and he pecks her lips. He felt excited because she didn't push him this time. He pulls her back and smooches with passion that's when she pushes him away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her smile vanished and she made a crying face. She pulled out the flowers from her hair and gave it to him. I don't want your flowers. You are dirty, you made my mouth jhoota again. (She sobs) Started on 23/7/2021 Completed on 22/11/2021 Ranked at #1 under Indian of 34.8k stories © All Copyright reserved to the writer, @PoohBear8435 only. Please do not copy, distribute or publish any of my work in any form.

"Write to your father." "Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm divorcing you. Write him to take you away tomorrow." Her world shattered. "What? No... please, I beg you!" In a world where marriage is duty and power, she was a pawn-a plain, timid wife bound to a cruel nobleman who never wanted her. But when humiliation becomes her daily burden and love feels like a distant dream, how far can she go to survive the crushing weight of his cruelty? He controls her fate. She clings to hope. But in his world, mercy is a foreign concept.

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

"You are mine, in every sense of the word. Your body, your heart, your every desire-they all belong to me." His voice dripped with dark desire and lust as he brushed his thumb over my bruised lip, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, I couldn't deny the intoxicating pull he had over me, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both. __________________ Veer and Devika, two different person who belong to a whole different worlds that the people never imagine of coming together. He is the one who is respected and looked high in the society with fear too. His one glance is enough to make the person infront of him to shudder to the core even if the person is his family. And there She is, the one who is shamed by the world and tagged as a whore whose only purpose is to serve men in bed and nothing more. But is she really the one who people thinks of her as? Now What will happen When he develops a forbidden obsession over her? Will she find the love that she craved from him? Or will she be broken by him all over again? Or can she break his frozen heart and enter inside? Let's get in and see... ▪︎Its going to be a mature story, so don't step in if you're uncomfortable.

"High schooler? What are you doing studying at a strip club like this?" I was skeptical whether to answer or not as he continued staring at me. Considering an unknown man just forced his way in this room only god knows what could occur. Unaware of what to do, I remained exactly where I was. Ready to run inside the club if he tried anything weird. I believe he sensed how uncomfortable I was, hence what he did next made me feel at ease. Well a little. "Jeon Jungkook, son of this damned club owner", he extended his arm. Warning: explicit content, coarse language, violence, sensitive subjects.

This is the story of a comman Housewife.who struggles in her in law's house whose torcher her like no end. But she never leave the hope of her life. Her journey from small girl to a married lady. this is my first story . Please support me.,❤️

"Stop... please..." Her voice was a raw whisper, but it didn't matter. He didn't care. He never cared. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks as he moved, his every action a reminder of the power he held over her, the control he exerted with every violent thrust. She couldn't move, couldn't fight him. The pain, the humiliation-she was trapped in his grip, lost in the nightmare that never seemed to end. "No..." She gasped, her heart racing in terror as she cried out, begging him to stop, to let her go. But her pleas were nothing more than a distant echo, swallowed up by the darkness of her own mind. Aarya's breath quickened in the nightmare as she relived the pain, the helplessness, the shame. The cold, indifferent silence of the room consumed her, and her mind screamed for a way out, for someone-anyone-to save her. But no one came

He is 30 and she is 19. she yearns for his love, but he hates her to his core. .......................................................................... He rushed to the hospital after receiving the call from the doctor. He felt restless, even though he didn't love his wife, he was scared about his baby's health. After reaching the hospital he enquired about the maternity ward in the reception and rushed towards it frantically. He hurriedly went to the doctor and the doctor explained to him about his wife condition, that his wife is very anemic and she is in depression. If she is not taken care well it will be difficult for her to continue the pregnancy. A wave of guilt hit him harshly ... he feared that he might lose his own blood because of his arrogance. He decided to treat her well atleast until her delivery. He saw around the ward and noticed other pregnant women with their husbands, he felt a pang in his heart realizing how he treated his wife. He entered the room and saw his unconscious wife, she looked pale and weak that's when he noticed she's become skinny after getting pregnant. Her jaw and collar bones are clearly visible to him but once, she was a cute and chubby little girl....but not anymore. To know more about Aditya and Nithya's life dive into our story. ................................................................................

In Muni country, Shiba Ada's life has been shaped by hardship-until a glittering proposal from the powerful Charpil family promises salvation. Marrying Henry Charpil, the enigmatic heir to a fortune that looms over Muni like a shadow, seems a divine escape. But behind the gilded doors of wealth lies a prison of unspeakable cruelty. Shiba soon discovers that her husband's charm masks a monstrous truth. Trapped in a marriage rife with violence and violation, she becomes the target of a society eager to vilify the victim rather than confront the abuser. As whispers of jealousy and judgment swirl, Shiba's cries for help are met with scorn, leaving her isolated in a nightmare that eclipses the poverty she once fled. Haunted by despair, she edges toward a tragic breaking point-only to awaken fractured, her past erased, and her future hinging on the mercy of a stranger. In this harrowing journey from shattered innocence to unyielding strength, Shiba must confront the scars etched by betrayal and reclaim her voice in a world determined to silence it. "Scars of Marriage" is a raw, unflinching exploration of survival against towering odds-where light pierces the darkest corners of the human spirit, and resilience becomes the ultimate act of defiance. Dive into a story that will haunt and inspire, now available on Web Novel, Wattpad and Inkitt. © All rights reserved. This is my original story. Please don't copy it.