Shaurvik Mukherjee ruined Dhrishka's life with a lie-promising marriage only to reveal it was all revenge for sins she never committed. Now she lives in his mansion, hidden and punished for a crime she never committed. He seeks vengeance. She seeks love. But the real question haunts them both: Can he ever forgive her for the betrayal she never did? And can she ever forgive him for the cruelty he chose?

(#1 POSSESSION SERIES ) "I wasn't asking to be worshipped. I just wanted to be loved... not owned." - Sarah Rizvi "I don't love you, Sarah. Love is too fragile. I own you-and I always will." - Rayyansh Singh Rathore Sarah Rizvi was like a butterfly-soft, delicate, full of silent love. And Rayyansh Singh Rathore? He was the cage. She loved him since childhood. Quietly. Purely. But he never gave her love. Only took her time, her body, her presence-while coldly claiming he felt nothing. Yet when she finally gathers the courage to leave, she discovers the truth: Rayyansh may never say he loves her... But he's obsessed. Addicted. And he'll burn the world before letting his butterfly fly free. Because she was never his to love. She was always his to possess. Dive into TOXIC POSSESSION-a haunting descent into a love that never healed, only claimed, consumed, and caged. Because some men don't fall in love. They conquer it.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

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?

Eman Chaudary- A naive 18 year-old high school student. 
Arzal Malik- A 26-year-old accomplished business tycoon and a perilous Mafia Don. ...

"I will tell my api and bhai about you! Leave me!" Emaan, with her feet and hands tied, tried to get down from the bed.


"Oh really?" He squeezed her boobs lightly through her shirt.


"Yes. Then they're gonna punish you. Get away from me!"


"But they will punish you, baby."


"Mujhe kyun?" (Why would they punish me?)


"Kyun ke tum mere bistar pe ho, baby. Nobody will believe you. In fact, they will also not let you go to school anymore. Aur princess ko toh school jana bohat pasand haina?" (Because you're in my bed, baby. And princess really likes going to school, right?)


Emaan nodded while sobbing.


"Then just obey me. And I'll make you feel so good."


He took her lips into a kiss while his hand proceeded to make its way through her covered cunt.

Some stories don't begin with love at first sight. Some begin with irritation, sharp words, and the stubborn belief that the other person is exactly the kind of mistake you should avoid. That's how it was for Ibrahim and Jannat. She was the girl who believed in plans, neat lists, and quiet dreams. He was the man who thrived on challenges, chaos, and bending rules just enough to make people nervous. Their worlds should never have collided - but they did, in the most inconvenient way possible. It started with a phone call neither of them expected. A proposal neither of them wanted. And a meeting they were both determined to sabotage. But fate has a strange sense of humor. In the weeks that followed, Ibrahim would discover that Jannat's calm smile hid a stubborn streak stronger than his own. And Jannat would learn that behind Ibrahim's confident arrogance was a man who could be unexpectedly... human. Neither of them believed in destiny. Neither wanted to fall. But life doesn't ask for permission - it simply pulls you into someone's orbit and dares you to walk away. This is not the story of perfect love. It's the story of how two people, who swore they could never stand each other, ended up learning that sometimes, love grows in the unlikeliest of soil.

Getting dressed I grabbed the hodni (scarf) as a mere source to cover my shame, he pulled me out of the room. With the pain all over my body especially the lower body, I wasn't able to walk; matching his speed was out of the question. I pleaded with him to stop, to have mercy on me but just like last night, my words were sent to deaf ears. Not able to match his pace, my steps were misplaced making me fall but it didn't stop him. He dragged me down the stairs in the same state injuring my entire body. I cried helplessly but none of his family members had even a hint of guilt. Everyone's eyes hold only one emotion for me which is disgust. Sitting on a knee he grabbed my hair in a painful grip and the words that came out of his mouth were something which I never expected. "The biggest mistake I've made in my life is, loving you." He said while tears flowed from his eyes. ••• Malika Adsule, a Clinical Researcher, is a quiet girl but for her close people, she is everything but quiet. She doesn't like to make anyone sad and silently listens to what people say without back answering though she will fight for her self-respect and rights. Nahush Mhatre, an Architect, is a very successful and rich businessman. Well-mannered, well-behaved, respective man. But no one can stop his wrath once a person gets on his bad list. What will happen when Malika has to leave her boyfriend and get married to Nahash only for her parents' happiness? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Namaskar guys! It's my first story. I never tried writing a story before. Hope you like it. Cover credit goes to Azura_Zephyr❤

𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. •• 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖓𝖆 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓•• 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆 ا𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖆

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------