You ran from the Kings, Navanya. You thought you could hide my blood in a dirty city? Now, you will watch me strip away everything you love, piece by piece - Zoravar 🪷🪷🪷 I knelt outside your studio door every single day, Navanya. The prince of this valley begged you for forgiveness like a dog begging for crumbs. You heard me crying. You knew how broken I was after my mother died. But you sat behind that door, calculated your tracks, and let me believe you were dead. You didn't just run from a cage... you ripped my soul out and stole my son - Shourya 🪷🪷🪷 No! No, please, Zoravar, don't do this! Take my life, punish me, kill me if you want-but give me my baby! He needs his mother! You cannot be this heartless to an innocent child! - Navanya

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026

The room felt smaller than it was. Or maybe-it was just him. Naina stumbled back as Shiv moved forward. Not fast. Not angry. Just... certain. Every step he took seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. "Shiv... please," her voice shook. He didn't stop. He looked at her with the same detached focus he used for a police report. "Why do you keep pushing me to this, Naina?" he asked quietly. Her back hit the wall. Cold. Hard. No space left. "I didn't do anything..." she whispered. "You always say that," he replied. His voice was calm. Controlled. It was a thousand times worse than anger. She tried to bolt past him, but his hand caught her wrist. The grip was unyielding-a set of human shackles. "Don't," he said. The word was a final decree. Her heart pounded violently. "Let go..." His face came closer, his breath hot and terrifyingly intimate against her ear. "I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered. A pause. Her breath hitched. "...but you don't listen." Tears blurred her vision. Her body went still-not because she wanted to, but because she was paralyzed. And there was nowhere left to run. 🏅#1 in #policeofficer on 23/5/2026 🏅#1 in #husbandandwife on 25/5/2026

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026