Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

Ever More hated how the novel Tears of My Heart ended. The villainess who shared her name was cruel, foolish, and killed by her own fiancé, Grey Salvatore, the ruthless mafia boss who only loved sweet Mandy. But after mocking the story online, Ever wakes up as that very villainess. Determined to escape her doomed fate, she avoids Mandy and Grey at all costs until Grey begins to fall for her instead. Now the story is changing, and Ever must survive a world where love can either save her or destroy her.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 1 "You... just left my room! I don't want to see your ugly face again, you..." He said ferociously, clenches his fists and his face turns red with rage. He takes a step toward her. without uttering a word, she quietly exits the room, her eyes downcast. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 2. She, already in bed, is surprised to see him approaching, preparing to sleep beside her. "Why are you sleeping here?" She asked shockingly "This is my house. I can sleep anywhere. I don't need your permission." he replied calmly He takes a blanket and settles in next to her. He hears footsteps, sees her getting up, and becomes curious. " Where are you going?" He asked hurriedly "In another room."she replies "Darn it, little dove, come and sleep beside me. You are not allowed to sleep without me from today." He said making her left shocked by his sudden request, and the room is filled with a sense of tension. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 3. "You must be enjoying this luxurious life, don't you? This house, the jewelry, these clothes, and everything else. You're nothing but a gold digger." He said vehemently. His words hang heavy in the air, and she visibly flinches, hurt by his accusations. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 4. He raises his voice, his frustration evident, while she listens attentively. "Dammit, little dove, why do you always seem to want to make me angry? Why are you working at that inexpensive café?" He Said frustratelty She responds calmly but assertively. "Because I don't wanna depend on you" she replied He shouts again, the tension in the room palpable. "I earn for you. You're my wife, and you have every right to my money. There's no need for you to work outside. I work hard for you." He again shouted at her --------------------------- The pictures I used here is not mine credit goes to the respective owners

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

"You can't own me, Abhimanyu," Anjali snapped, her eyes flashing with defiance as she yanked her wrist from his grip. "Just because we're married doesn't mean I belong to you." A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips as he took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "You don't get it, do you, wife?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper, sending a shiver down her spine. "You were mine long before this marriage. You were mine the moment you stormed into my life and turned my world upside down." Her breath hitched, but she refused to let him see her falter. "That's not love, that's obsession." He leaned in, his fingers tracing the edge of her jaw, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "Then tell me, Anjali... if this is just obsession, why is your heart racing?" She hated that he was right. She hated that despite everything, despite the fights, the possessiveness, the stubbornness-she couldn't deny the way he made her feel. And that terrified her more than anything

1St in #possesive 1ST in #abuse 1ST in #arrangedmarriage 1ST in #hatelove 1ST in #rich 1ST in #tortured The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would the promise of love be fulfilled? Would she ever be able to break free?.... Read the story to know :) Cover by ~ @__AK__WRITES Note: This story contains sexual and violent content.

Arav Singh Rathore, the King of Jaipur - untouchable, arrogant, powerful. She's the curvy, middle-class girl who never stood a chance. Until she did. Radha never imagined her first job would land her face-to-face with Aarav Singh Rathore - the cold-hearted CEO feared across continents and worshipped by millions. But from the moment she walks into REH, everything changes. She's too innocent. He's too dangerous. And yet... he can't look away. What begins as a professional encounter quickly spirals into late-night tension, forbidden feelings, and a dangerously possessive obsession. " He ruled a kingdom. But she's the only thing he can't control."

Synopsis: In her past life, Evelyn Ravenshire lived only for one man-Adrian Sterling. She ruined herself trying to force his love. In the end, he destroyed her. This time, she chooses herself. With a new life, a dream to become a top chef, and a vow to never chase Adrian again, she walks away. But what happens when Adrian starts chasing her? He doesn't understand why, but seeing her with another man makes him furious. He doesn't want to love her, yet he can't stop thinking about her. He tells himself it's just possession, obsession... but is it? And when he finally realizes what she means to him, will Evelyn let him in, or will she run forever? A story of redemption, second chances, and an obsession that turns into an unbreakable love. (Heya my lovely readers I hope you all are doing well so I have posted my new story I am very much excited about how this story will go. Love you all enjoy reading. Have fun. 🫰💜 Happy reading.)

Ansh, Mumbai's feared mafia king, believed in power, not God. Kriti, a simple village girl, believed in both. A single glance ignited a possessive, mad love in him. He would burn the world for her, but couldn't bear a single tear in her eyes. A emotional drama of scary obsession, family fear, and a love that became redemption. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

I was just a normal girl obsessed with romance novels... until I woke up in one. Suddenly, I'm Arielle-the tragic mother nobody wanted. Married to a cold CEO, with four ridiculously handsome sons, and enemies lurking at every corner. The problem? I remember how this story ends... and I refuse to be a forgotten plot device. Now, I must survive: A husband who's suddenly noticing me Sons who are way too perfect and way too curious Fiancées who are secretly plotting And an actress who wants my life Acting skills, genre knowledge, and a lot of panicking are my only weapons. The question is... can a girl survive this chaos without losing her sanity? Or... will she rewrite the story entirely... while stealing the hearts of every male lead In sight