He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

Book 3 of Rathore series is here Samrat Singh Rathore, the youngest son of the Rathore family, a young doctor turned politician accused of raping his college mate Anantya Shankar Reddy, a girl whose world revolves around badminton and her brother, ties knot with the same son of the Rathore family she accused of raping. The mysterious marriage buzzed many headlines in the newspapers, emerging many bluff theories and speculations but what happened between them is just known by one person that is - the author...and I am here to narrate you the story.....so enjoy

He owns the night - reckless, ruthless, and richer than God. She's drowning in textbooks, sleepless nights, Atharva shaurya Ranawat chauhan, the youngest trillionaire mafia heir, was born with blood on his hands and chaos in his veins. He buys everything-power, silence, loyalty. But when he crashes into , a sharp-tongued medical student who wants nothing to do with his world, he finds the one thing he can't control: her. She's too stubborn to fall. He's too spoiled to be denied. He offers her protection, privilege, passion - at a price. She swore to heal. He was built to destroy. And yet, under the weight of secrets, scars, and stolen moments, something dangerous begins to bloom... A deal. A dare. A descent into obsession. In his world of velvet and violence, will she be his redemption - or his ruin?

It's a story of a strict police officer who works For the people... His dedication His passion towards his work His love and care towards his wife Everything makes you fall in love with this story.

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

Warning: 18+ Sajjad Ahmed Khan was an authoritative, conservative and powerful man, he was born into a feudal family. Men said he was deformed, but women dreamt of his seductive jawline. His fiance was rumoured to have a bad reputation just like him. But he didn't care about this unknown women... as a man of those times, he hated women with loose reputation. Although he carried such thoughts, his own list of lovers were never ending... What happens when this so called feudal lord meets the women who proves him wrong? (A strong crazy female lead × Softy Gunda)

𝒮𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒶𝒶𝓏 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 ❤️ 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒 💑 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎✨ #104 in love out of 2.35 million stories 🏆 #7 in care out of 120 k stories 🏆 #572 in lovestory out of 293 k Stories 🏆 #35 in Obsession out of 25 k stories 🏆 #37 in husband out of 13 k stories 🏆

Aanya I looked at the man sitting besides me tears falling from my eyes..... This was never supposed to happen I wish I could run away as far as possible from this beast..... i felt him apply sindoor in my forehead making me grasp in shock.... My life my fate was sealed with an beast, a monster..... Raghav The moment I saw her she was mine.... My baby doll, my obession and my little possession..... She is my doll I will make her dance in my tune whether she agree or not..... Try as much as possible you could to get away from me my doll.... Because In the end She is my baby doll mine and she will always be.....

Khushi who was orphan got tied with a man who love someone else and hates her to the core.