"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

ZIDD: The Thakur's Obsession "Bound by a childhood oath, chained by his dark obsession." In a village where a Thakur's word is absolute and traditions are never questioned, a single promise changes two lives forever. At the age of ten, Gauri Kumari, the innocent daughter of a humble farmer, becomes the future bride of Rudranarayan Pratap Singh, the fifteen-year-old heir of the most powerful Thakur family. The engagement isn't born out of love it is a debt of gratitude. From that day, Rudra accepts only one truth. Gauri belongs to him. As the years pass, his childhood affection transforms into an all-consuming obsession. He is fiercely protective, dangerously possessive, and willing to burn the world for the woman he calls his. But behind his love lies a darker side. A man ruled by pride. A man raised to believe his word is law. A man whose uncontrollable anger leaves Gauri fearing the very person she is destined to marry. When Gauri turns twenty, one incident shatters everything. A single slap. A broken trust. And a father who refuses to sacrifice his daughter's happiness. The engagement is called off. For the first time, Rudranarayan Pratap Singh loses the only woman he has ever loved. But a Thakur never accepts defeat. If destiny has taken Gauri away from him... Then he will rewrite destiny itself. Because for Rudra, she was never just his fiancée. She was his Zidd. A story of power, tradition, obsession, redemption, and a love that must fight its way through fear, pride, and broken promises. Will Gauri ever trust the man who shattered her heart... or will Rudra's obsession destroy the very love he is desperate to reclaim? Tropes • 🌾 Village Romance • 👑 Thakur × Farmer's Daughter • 💍 Childhood Engagement • ❤️ He Fell First • 🔥 Obsessive Hero • 😠 Patriarch Hero • 🥀 Broken Engagement • 💔 Redemption Arc • 🤍 She Fears Him • 🛐 "She Belongs To Me" Energy • 🐎 Rural India • 🌙 Slow Burn • ❤️🩹 Emot

He demanded her surrender. She gave him her soul. Samrat Vardhan is the untouchable heir of the Vardhan empire - cold, traditional, and forged in power. As the face of his family's political dynasty, he rules his world with an iron fist and expects the same absolute obedience at home. Controlling. Possessive. Quick to rage. He does not love gently. He claims. Nitya is everything he is not - soft-spoken, gentle, and devoted to the bone. She entered their marriage knowing she would never be his equal... only his. And for years, she tried to be exactly what he demanded: the perfect, silent wife who bowed her head and swallowed her pain. But even the most devoted heart has a breaking point. One devastating misunderstanding shatters the fragile world they built. Trust turns to poison. Love twists into something jagged and unrecognizable. And the man who once demanded her complete surrender is left facing the one thing he never prepared for - A wife who finally walks away. In a marriage built on control, what remains when surrender is no longer an option? Devoted to Monster is a dark, emotionally charged story of power, possession, and the brutal cost of loving a man who only knows how to rule. Tropes: - Arranged Marriage - Age Gap (older, powerful husband × younger, soft wife) - Possessive / Controlling Hero - Temperamental Hero - Devoted Soft Heroine - Power Imbalance - Toxic Marriage - Misunderstanding - Forced Proximity - Political Dynasty / Powerful Family - He Falls First (but shows it wrong) - Complete Surrender / Obedient Wife Dynamic - Dark Romance - Marriage on the Brink / Broken Trust - Second Chance

"In his world of blood and revenge, her only crime was capturing his heart." ♡ She wanted freedom. He wanted her. Navya thought marrying Reyansh Singh Rathore was the end of her nightmares... but she was wrong. Because Reyansh was not a man who let go. He was a storm in human form-cold, ruthless, and feared by all-yet his obsession with her was stronger than anything else. "You think you can walk away from me, Navya?" his voice was like ice, cutting through her trembling silence. "You belong to me now. You'll always belong to me." Caught in a forced marriage, trapped between secrets and revenge, Navya fights to escape a world she never asked for. But Reyansh is a storm that consumes everything in his path-and he's ready to burn the world to keep her by his side. A tale of obsession, betrayal, and a love so dangerous it destroys everything in its path.

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

"Vikram..." she rasped, her voice a broken, wet whisper. "Please... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't fight you anymore. Just... let me go. Please." Vikram stopped. He tilted his head, a faint, unsettling smirk touching his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of heavy-duty medical nylon restraint strips. "Let you go?" Vikram asked softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Haven't you heard what Dr. Sharma said, jaan? You are suffering from severe manic psychosis. You hurt yourself. You need complete, uninterrupted bed rest." Panic surged through Meera's veins, fighting against the drugs. She tried to pull her hand back, but Vikram's grip caught her wrist with bone-crushing force. He tied her wrist and ankles to bedpost. "No-stop, please-!" she choked out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. "There," Vikram murmured, smoothing down the blanket over her chest with horrifying gentleness. "Now you won't fall out of bed during your delusions."

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

I am no longer the kind of beauty one chooses. Not the girl with long, flowing hair. Not the one with polished nails and a smile that could light up rooms. Not the one with perfectly matched shoes, dresses, and the effortless grace of someone untouched by life's cruelty. She is gone. What stands before you now is not elegance. It is ruin. My hair falls in tangled shadows over my face. My hands are bare, trembling where once they wore polish. My smile has fled, leaving only the echo of fear and despair. I am no fairytale. I am the aftermath. And if you are still staring... Ask yourself carefully: Do you seek beauty... Or do you dare to face the truth beneath it? Trigger Warning!!!!! This story delves into dark love, obsession, trauma, and violence. It is intended for mature readers. If you are underage or sensitive to these themes, please swipe past. 🥇 top on #abusivecontent 🥇 top on #darklove