This story is not for sensitive readers please read on your own risk. This is the story of three girls. They are different but cage in their husbands's golden cage.. Adhikrit & priya "P_please leave me.." the crying voice of priya echoes in whole mansion but no one came to help her. His predatory eyes never leaving her. He hold her neck and slapped her hard. "HOW DARE YOU" he shouted at her and she shivered trying to unhold his grip.. SLAPPED... ~ Veer & annu "I_I lo-ve you.. p_ple-ase don't be-at me" words left from her mouth as she begged for his love and care. "I hate you" he said as he thrust hard inside her.. "Ahhhhhhh.." ~ Adhayay & geet "Why can't you understand I don't love you leave me" she shouted at him being anger but he was not listening to her.. " I don't care about anything. I want you means I want you" he said. He was obbessiod with her the day when she slapped him.. Starting : 2 november 2025 Ending: 9 April 2026 STARTING: 2 november 2025 ENDING: ??

She is a small-town girl with stars in her eyes and dreams too big for the world she had grown up in. She wants to see the world, live freely, and write her own destiny. She is innocent and naive, but stronger than the suffering that tries to break her. One day, she will walk away from the life destiny has forced upon her and live on her own terms. And on that day, she will no longer be his surrogate...she will be just herself, a girl who never stopped chasing the stars.

Maysa Jaleel is a south asian mafia queen carved from vengeance and steel, ruling her empire with a mind sharper than any blade. Burak Ghazi is her sworn enemy-the king of a rival syndicate, forged in fire and known for burning kingdoms to ash. Their blood feud has shaped the streets for years. But when war threatens to destroy everything they've built, a strategic marriage is the only way to stop the slaughter. Now bound by a truce neither of them wants, Maysa and Burak must navigate a union steeped in distrust, resentment, and blistering tension. Behind closed doors, their marriage is a battlefield-each word a weapon, each glance a challenge. Because in this war, love isn't the weakness. Mercy is. Could be read as a standalone.

"I am married." "I know." "I have a child." "I know." "You could lose everything." "I know." "Then why are you still here?" "Because you're the choice I will make at any cost, Doctor." Kavita Sen saves lives for a living. But she cannot save her marriage. She cannot save her family. And she cannot convince the court that she is a good mother. Shreyansh Oberoi is everything she is not - careless, reckless, and far too young to be looking at her the way he does. She is thirty-five, married, and fighting for the custody of her daughter. He is twenty-five, brilliant, and the last person she should ever get involved with. He was never supposed to be her happiness. He was never supposed to be her escape. But somewhere between night duties, court dates, and unsaid things, he became the only person who ever asked her one simple question: "When was the last time you chose something for yourself?" This is not a story about right or wrong. This is a story about choices and their consequences. This is Shiddat.

⚠️ ⚠️WARNING: Mature Content (18+). Heavy Obsession, Explicit Language, High-Spice, and Tragic Angst. Proceed at your own risk🔞." "At least do saal ke liye hi sahi, yeh ring tumhe humesha yaad dilaiyegi, tum kiske ho Aayansh." " Anaya loves him endlessly." Isiliye Aayansh ka diya harr ek dard, uski harr ek thokar, aur uski harr ek chiz Anaya ke liye sarakhon par hai. She manages everything silently, just to live every single second by his side. But she doesn't know Aayansh Khurana.The ruthless tycoon doesn't share, he doesn't let go, and he absolutely doesn't play by the rules. From the high-stakes corporate boardrooms to the deepest corners of his luxurious sanctuary, Aayansh's cold demeanor shatters into a dangerous, dark obsession the exact moment his gaze locks onto his beautiful wifey. Every touch is a commanding storm.Every whisper is a breathtaking trap.Bound by a paper alliance, yet completely consumed by an untamed, physical deewangi, the lines between an elite arrangement and a fierce, uninhibited possession begin to completely blur.Anaya wanted safety, but Aayansh wanted absolute surrender. Let's see what happens... Will Aayansh's heavy walls melt for the woman who gave him her "everything", or will his obsession separate them both?✨

Priya Sharma is 42, a divorced yoga teacher and mother, finally finding peace in her second marriage to the kind, steady Vikram. He worships her gently, loves her completely, and gives her the safe, tender life she never knew she needed. But peace has never been enough for the fire inside her. Years ago, before Vikram, there was Arjun - her son Rohan's best friend, twenty-eight, dangerously magnetic, and utterly forbidden. One stolen night became many, and Priya discovered a darker, hungrier version of herself in his hands. He didn't just touch her body; he claimed it. Rough. Possessive. Addictive. He made her beg, made her break, made her feel alive in ways no gentle man ever could. Now married and trying to be the perfect wife, Priya swears the affair is over. She chooses Vikram's love, his devotion, his quiet mornings and soft kisses. But some addictions don't die. They wait. They whisper. And when Arjun reappears in her life - older, more dangerous, still burning for the one woman he was never supposed to have - Priya feels the pull again. Stronger. Darker. She tries to resist. She fails. Because while Vikram gives her the love she needs to survive... Arjun gives her the ruin she craves to feel alive. A story of forbidden desire, aching guilt, and the dangerous line between the husband who cherishes her and the younger man who owns her soul. Some women have everything. Priya has two men. And she can't let go of either.

🍂☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ She was too young to understand the meaning of marriage... Reet, a 13-year-old girl filled with childish laughter, soft dreams, and endless innocence. Her world changes, when she is married to Ashwath - a 17-year-old boy carrying maturity far beyond his age, silence hidden behind calm eyes, and responsibilities heavier than his own youth. Ashwath never wanted to become someone's husband this early. Between childish innocence and painful responsibilities, their bond slowly begins to grow. Reet fears him, misunderstands him, and sometimes even hates the life she has been forced into. Ashwath, despite his cold and mature exterior, quietly shields her from the cruelty of society, becoming the silent wall between her innocence and the harsh world around them. But how can two souls so young carry a relationship the world forced upon them? Can innocence survive inside a bond created by traditions? And can two incomplete hearts slowly become each other's home. Will She remain just his little Bride. or became the solace he never knew he needed. A story of slow love, silent pain and a bond that grows in the space between words.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓- 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂. 𝑨 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊-𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐-𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING ❤️ This story is currently marked Complete, but please note that the latter half of the story is a temporary/current version. After my exams, I will be rewriting the second half of the story, including the redemption arc, because I feel that some emotions, character development and the deeper message I wanted to convey were not expressed strongly enough through my writing. The current version will remain available for now, so new readers are welcome to read it as it is. ❤️ The rewritten version will have stronger emotional depth, more developed character growth, and a more gradual and clearly earned redemption, so that the storyline and its intended message are conveyed better. Please keep this in mind before starting the story. ❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting my work. 🫶🏻 .................. For six years, Anushree Shekhawat endured hatred, humiliation, and accusations she never deserved-all for the sake of her son. Branded a curse, treated like a servant, and abandoned by the man who should have protected her, she silently carried the weight of everyone else's mistakes. But when the truth finally comes out, regrets arrive too late. Choosing herself for the first time, Anushree returns to the family she left behind, taking her son with her. Now Rajveer Shekhawat, a powerful CEO haunted by his actions, must fight for the forgiveness of the woman he broke and the family he never deserved. A story of heartbreak, healing, redemption, and finding your way back home.

"You were supposed to be the one person I could never love." "And now?" "Now you're the one person I can't imagine losing, Mrs Faris." He is the eldest son,the responsible one, bound to his family, their legacy, and every expectation placed on his shoulders. She is the one woman who refuses to bow to any of it. Their marriage begins as a battle of wills, but behind the walls of the old haveli, resentment slowly turns into something neither of them can control. ----- "Your family will never accept me." "They're not the ones I brought you here for, cherry" She has no powerful family name to protect her. Just a failing business, crushing debts, and people closing in on everything she built. Sheheryaar brings her into his world, offering her the one thing she desperately needs-protection. But his family sees her as beneath him, someone who could never belong beside a man like him. And Sheheryaar doesn't care. Two brothers. Two women. One family bound by blood, secrets, and traditions older than any of them. Behind the gates of the haveli are whispered conversations, buried truths, family rivalries, marriages built on obligation, and secrets that were never meant to surface. Because in this family, love is dangerous. And sometimes, the people closest to you are the ones you should fear the most. ---- "You really think you can walk into this family and nothing will change?" Meher looked at Faris across the table. "I never said that." "Then what are you expecting?" She was quiet for a moment. "I don't know." Faris looked away, jaw tight. Across the room, Rameen watched them before her eyes shifted to Sheheryaar. He had barely said a word all evening, but somehow seemed to notice everything. "You're quiet," she said. "I'm listening." "To what?" His gaze met hers. "Everything."