I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. Gasping, I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say-a mansion. Everything about it screamed wealth, power... and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn't a nightmare. It was my new reality. "Welcome to my world, princess," he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. --- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn't just hurt me-he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. Like a promise. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn't have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway-unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn't offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn't hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. Tangling in the strings of two devils-one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned. In trying to escape one prison... I fell into another. Will he heal me... or destroy what's left of me? ------------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, FORCED AND HAS MATURED CONTENT. ⚠️PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK

The Nayak Brothers - Book 5 Shankar Nayak isn't looking for a bride. He's looking for a mother for his daughter. Anamika Puri is looking for a shelter in a foreign country and would do anything to protect her unborn child. He doesn't believe in love! She has lost faith in marriage! She's his secretary & she knows he is heartless!!! Yet time & situation made her accept... THE OGRE'S PROPOSAL!!! Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental. Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used (if any). They belong to the owners respectively.

"Let fate play its part" Two of India's biggest family empires. An arranged marriage that's basically a merger. For everyone else, it's the wedding of the century. For Adhrit? It is just another task on his to-do list, another duty to check off. He is so buried in expectations that he has forgotten what he actually wants. For Izna? It's a life sentence. She is a voice that won't be suppressed and an undying spirit, which chafes viciously against all this "tradition." So on the night of this grand wedding, they do the only thing that makes sense to each of them- They run. Classic, right? Except the real joke has been played with them and by whom? The almighty, eternal truth of the cosmos, Fate.Well, yes the fate too has, it's own ruinous beguiling part to play, perhaps. As per their expectations, they're not tasting the enigmatic freedom but are actually, stuck staring at each other from opposite seats in the same first-class train compartment. Because they've accidentally booked tickets on the same month-long luxury tour across India. It's just them, the weird tension, and the whole country rolling by the window. It's gonna be a long thirty days. He's all quiet restraint. She's all defiant fire.They will all place bets placed, play try not to kill each other while they might even, simultaneously, against all odds, find something to laugh about. So, the real question might not be about family legacies or who ran first.Instead, can a month on a train make two strangers fall in love? Or are they just speeding toward a really expensive disaster? 30 days!! Are they enough for the love voyage to sail or to sink? ╹⁠ ╹ (Heads up: This story gets real. Mature themes ahead.)

लोग दिल से दिल लगा लेते है , सिला-ए-दिलागी में कई ज़ख्म दिल में पा लेते है, उसी दिलागी के कुछ पैगाम सुनो, मैने जो देखा उसका आंखों देखा सियाहीदा अंजाम सुनो, ये इश्कनाशी दिलगि का बेवफाई भरा अंजाम सुनो। so, namaste and hello I know I should translate these poems but it is just the beginning if you like my Hindi poems i will think about publishing English ones too since there are around 70 of them so it will take time until then enjoy my Hindi poems also I don't own all the pics used here credit goes to their respective owners and Pinterest

Story of a superstar who is madly in love with his costar. Story of a slum girl who is fighting everyday just for a living. What if they got stuck with each other for some purpose? What if they started to live under the same roof while hating each other. Hate is something which kept them together, what will happen if the feelings changed slowly, leading to something beautiful and ethereal.

Noah and Gwendolyn Mitchell have been married for five years, and have a four-year-old daughter, Emma, whom they adore. When Gwen, newly pregnant, discovers that her husband has been having a torrid affair, she has to grapple with decisions: to stay, or leave. And things get more complicated when Lucian Farrington, a man she thought she would never see again, re-enters her life...

(Apart Series - Book 1) Dev Kapoor... Popularly called DK!!! 31 year old hot headed, carefree, badass was currently the most talked and successful businessman in the country. Loved by his family and hated by his employees! For his family DK was a rare diamond 💎 and to most of his employees he was a Demon👹 DK's only weakness was his family. His baby brother Dhruv and his Daadi (Grandmother). DK loves his family a lot specially after the loss of his mother at a tender age of 10. Brought up by his grandmother Saudamini Kapoor was a strong headed, smart yet loving grand mother. Ishani Sharma was the youngest daughter of the mad family of Sharma's. Chirpy, crazy and a complete nutcase. She was an apple of their eye. Her father, mother, grandfather and grandmother everyone pampered her like a baby. Above all was her elder sister Ahana. The only sane case in the mad mad Sharma family. Saudamini wants her grandsons to get married. Trying to convince DK for 6 continuous years she finally decide to get Dhruv married atleast. After all Dhruv was also a crazy, fun-loving young man.... 27 year old now. Dhruv instantly falls for Ahana at a wedding and there were sparks ✨ But when the hot headed DK came in contact with the cool cat Ishani There was fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Note: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used if any. They belong to the owners respectively.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?