She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

Hell-- "a place where nothing shines...yet everything burns." What happens when darkness meets light, when innocence meets sinfulness, and when two opposite worlds collide? A disturbingly scary and mysterious rainy night changes the course of a girl's life forever....but will it be for the better or worse? Warning! This story contains some mature themes including kidnapping, torture, pain, violence, horror, supernatural, coarse language and some elements of BDSM which could be triggering to some people. (All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author) (This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental)

[BOOK 2] Hell--- "A place where nothing lives...yet everything kills." (All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author) (This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental)

"Keep your little tongue still," he began ominously, his eyes had darkened like the nightsky, "or I will put it to better use." His warning sent chills all over my body. He was hurting me; the wall against which he had my hands pressed had a sharp popcorn like texture, and it felt like my skin was being stabbed by thousands of nails at once. Not only that, I could feel the pressure of his huge muscular body against mine trying to obstruct my breathing, and his knee was also lightly pushing into my thigh as he kept me in place. But despite all the pain and the helplessness of not being able to move out of his tight clutch, not a single gasp or cry escaped my mouth. "Seems like this is the only way girls like you learn to shut their mouths up," he growled near my ear. And maybe he was right because I wanted him to keep hurting me until I could feel absolutely nothing. ******** This is the story about an awkward teenager who faces bullying, abuse from her parents, and fights her inner demons all while having an obsessive crush. Warning: May contain some distressing themes that could be triggering. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book or any portion there of may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

A haunting setting, a seemingly perfect family....and a stranger with a mysterious past. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.