She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

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" he 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..

Shaurvik Sen 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?

█▓▒­░⡷⠂ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ⠐⢾░▒▓█ In a world where destinies are mere puppets in his hands,𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, the master puppeteer, a Twisted Manipulator, controls the fate of many. His power is unmatched, his will unyielding, and his heart as cold as the steel he wields. But even the master of fate meets his match. He found himself drawn to a fire unlike any he'd encountered. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐋, a serene beauty with eyes that held galaxies and a spirit that could ignite a sleeping volcano. She is Aashvik's desire, his obsession, and the one element he cannot control. But their love is not destined for a happily ever after - it is cursed, a destructive force that could unravel the very fabric of fate. Their saga unfolds in a world where love and power clash, where the curse that binds them can change the fate of the man who shapes others' destinies. "𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫: 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲" is a tale of forbidden love, where destiny and desire clash in a battle for ultimate control. In a world where love is cursed, can the strings of fate be untangled, or will the curse of their love change everything? ★彡[ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇʀ]彡★ A battle unlike any other ensues. Aashvik, the manipulator, must fight for a love that could strip him of his power, Chandani's life is at stake what would he do. Will their love story be an epic poem or a tragic ballad etched in ashes? Can Aashvik defy the curse and rewrite his destiny, or will he succumb, becoming the very monster he once controlled? In this heart-stopping saga of love, power, and manipula

"I stepped into his world by accident. But escaping Aditya Thakur was never an option."

18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.

I'm not the hero of this story; I'm the villain, and I wear that title with pride. She was my everything, and now I'll turn the world to ashes to have her back. I won't plead for forgiveness; I'll take it. I'll bend her to my will, and she'll learn that resisting me is futile. In my pursuit, I'll show her that love can be as fierce as it is destructive." ~Ranvijay singh "The man I loved has become a force of destruction. He's not here to beg; he's here to reclaim. I see the madness in his eyes, the fire that drives him. And part of me trembles with fear, yet another part craves the danger he embodies. Can I resist him, or will I be consumed?" ~Meera sharma In a realm of deception, Meera is a fierce yet innocent woman haunted by trust issues. When she encounters Ranvijay, a dark figure driven by revenge, her defenses begin to crumble. Ranvijay, consumed by obsession, will stop at nothing to reclaim the love he once lost, ensnaring Meera in his dangerous game. As desire intertwines with peril, she must navigate a treacherous path. In this intricate dance of love and vengeance, will Meera succumb to Ranvijay's trap, or will she rise against the inferno of his obsession? THIS STORY CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT

"I will show what I will do to you if you disobey me as you are not liking my good side", he shouted at me and I was shivering by seeing his dangerous glaring eyes which held no remorse. He was cold, arrogant and has no emotions. He dragged me by holding my wrist tightly which is already bruised, with stumbling feet I followed him as he is walking fast. I cant catch up with his speed as I fall down he left my hand and glared at me. I cower back in fear as what he will do to me. I was shivering and crying very badly by seeing him. "I will make your life hell because of what you did to me. I will never forget and forgive for your mistakes, Get that in your head. You will pay for your sins and God will never forgive you. You are a murderer", He spilled venom through his mouth and dragged me on the floor from living hall to the kitchen. I am feeling pain in every part of my body but I cant open my mouth as fear crept inside me and my body became numb. He lifted me up by my shoulders but my body is weak as I cannot stand by myself and leaned onto him.I want to say I cannot bear his tortures anymore. But before that he held my right hand and placed it in the hot water as it was on the stove. I screamed in horror, pain and have no words left my mouth. "Ah...ahh... ahh mumma", I screamed loudly as it was unbearable and I pushed the pan from the stove and it fell down opposite side with the boiling water. "Please lea..ve me, I am rea...lly so sorry dont do thiiis, I will obey your orders Sir", I stuttered as he held my left hand more tightly. As I was feeling dizzy I leaned onto him by holding his shoulder with my right hand. I thought this will be my last day on mother earth. Unstoppable tears flowed through my eyes. "Please help me, let me die in peace", As I uttered those words by staring at him directly, darkness consumed me. *Caution : Mature Content* *This is my First story. Please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes Please vote and comment.*

⚠️Triggered Warning : This book contains adult scenes(18+), violence and sexual assault. one more thing that this is not a love story..... this is an unlove story. "STAY AWAY... or else I will slap you so hard" she said angrily. A faint smirk appeared on his lips as he said in his cold heavy voice, "Don't worry baby... you started all this but now it will end when I want it to." He pressed his gun on her vagina as he again said, "You are going to love this Mrs. Dhriti Yashvardhan Chauhan." A loud thud echoed in the whole cabin... she SLAPPED him. ~ Dhriti Agarwal ~ Fun loving, caring, kind, funny and beautiful basically a sunshine girl but she knows where to become bold and strong. Mentally a slut but physically afraid of being intimate with a guy. She is an advocate practicing in the high court of New Delhi. ~ Yashvardhan Chauhan ~ Cold, grumpy and dangerous but handsome as hell. He does not have any feelings or caring for anyone except his family. He is a successful businessman who runs his real estate company in India. Somehow these souls gets tangled with each other and ended up ruining each other. -------------------------♡----------------------- Tropes~ Sunshine X Grumpy Advocate X Businessman Bold X Cold ☆☆☆☆☆ Hope you guys will enjoy it.