"Every day, I held back the words my heart screamed in silence. This isn't just a story-it's a confession, written in shadows for someone who never looked back. A journey of first love, forever ache, and words that never found a voice." But still somehow surviving with help of people with true intents

A story of pain, purpose, and finding your person - even when you're lost. "How does it feel to be ignored by your own parents?" To stand alone on stage, receiving an award - while your parents don't even glance your way? Meet Ishika Rathore. A girl who craved nothing but love. Who did everything to earn her parents' attention - only to be met with silence. Until one day, a tragedy broke her completely. And the soft-spoken girl turned into someone cold, distant... and unrecognizable. Years later - on the prestigious training ground of LBSNAA - she sat on a bench under a dim light, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her body trembling. She thought she was invisible again. Then, a boy knelt beside her. Calm. Warm. He gently placed a water bottle in her hand and whispered with a smile - "Take it. Cry your heart out. Then drink it. Because if you get dehydrated, how will we win that gold medal here?" And they both burst into laughter. That moment didn't erase her pain - But it reminded her she wasn't alone. Because this story isn't just about becoming an IAS officer. It's about broken hearts, silent battles, second chances - And two souls learning to heal... together.

" They thought it was just a case, not knowing that the universe had much bigger plans for them. " A story of two ends of a rope finally meeting at a single point. They lived life in similar ways, yet their approaches were completely different. One believed that hiding her emotions would make her stronger, while he believed in spreading kindness wherever he went. The rivals everyone secretly shipped ended up marrying each other, taking an oath to stand by one another through every storm. And maybe that's what people meant when they said- "Har kahani ka ant khushiyon se hota hai. Dukh toh us kahani ki naav hoti hai, magar pyaar ? Vo us naav ko paar lagata hai." "Toh ab saath dogi, Vriti, jeevan bhar?" "Hamesha, Dhir ." "Vivah sampann hua. Aaj se aap dono ek-doosre ke hue. Jeevan ke har utar-chadhav mein aap ek-doosre ke saathi honge. Yeh aapki ardhangini hui, aur aap inke ardhang." And just like the pandit had said, they proved it time and again. Fighting for each other became the greatest proof of their love. Eventually, the storm settled, giving way to calm waves and a peaceful horizon.

Advay Rajvansh does not love. He controls. A man shaped by silence, violence, and calculated restraint, Advay Rajvansh is feared not for what he does-but for how calmly he does it. Touch is forbidden. Trust is nonexistent. Every bond he forms is a strategy, every move a consequence waiting to happen. Aastha Singhania learned early that perfection is a performance. Raised in a home that smiled for the world while breaking in private, she became her own shelter-and the shield of her younger sister. She does not crave protection. She is protection. Emotions are leverage, and she refuses to be used. When a rejected encounter resurfaces as a forced marriage, two control freaks are bound together-each believing they are using the other. Aastha Singhania thinks she is nothing more than a pawn in Advay Rajvansh's war. Advay Rajvansh lets her believe it. But power recognizes power. As secrets unfold and perspectives shift, the man readers are meant to hate fractures under quiet truths, while the woman assumed to be controlled proves herself just as dangerous. And hidden behind kindness and trust stands someone neither of them ever questioned-someone they would die for... and kill for. Because monsters don't always roar. Some of them smile. A tale of possession and ruin.

"Surprised?" "Honestly, yes," she chuckled, a lightness escaping her lips that belied the tension in the air. "I was expecting screams, maybe you throwing something at me, or at least a few playful spanks," she said, her voice dripping with seduction as she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, boss," she whispered, her tone barely above a breath, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for understanding. My gaze, dark and intense, roamed over her, absorbing her vulnerability and the raw need radiating from her. A slow, teasing smile crept onto my lips, amusement flickering in my eyes. A playful spark ignited within her as she ran her fingers lightly across my cheek, her touch tentative and soft, testing the waters of our unspoken connection. "If you want," she said, her voice laced with a teasing edge, "you can punish me, boss. But please," she added, her lips brushing against mine, the action a subtle yet potent invitation, "don't ignore me." With a deft touch, I traced my fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, feeling her shiver with delight at my touch. I could feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered dirty promises and wicked suggestions. She gasped, her breath hot against my neck, as I nipped at her earlobe with my teeth. Her hands came up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she deepened our kiss. Her nails scratch my back. I feel it, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head, I only wanted her to say it out, say you wanted me to fuck you and if she wants me too, I will. "Not even a little." This tantalizing exchange weaves a web of desire and intrigue, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken challenge between us. Dive into this intoxicating tale where vulnerability meets seduction, and the stakes are higher than ever. Where every word is a promise and every glance holds the potential for thrilling consequences.

"She's not meant to be a queen-she never wanted to be. But the past has other plans." Dhruvika, a scientist from the future, is thrown into the past-not as a visitor, but as a prisoner in a stolen body. A princess. A runaway bride. A kingdom on the edge of destruction. She's trapped in the body of a royal hunted by ruthless soldiers and claimed by a king who takes what he wants-and he wants her. Magic runs through her veins, but it's locked away. Her mind fights to break free, but every move she makes has deadly consequences. The king is dark. The kingdom is broken. And Dhruvika is trapped between them. She can't escape. She can't trust anyone. But one thing is certain-she won't bend to his will. Not willingly. But if she doesn't give in, the cost might be more than her life. A forgotten kingdom. A stolen body. A fate that was never hers. Welcome to the past-where the future bleeds.

" She is my wife, stay away from her!" " Keep trying she will remain mine. " " Show me your scars, I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there. " " You will find someone better, by leaving the best? " I wrote poems inside her with my fingers. Our story began with her screams and ended with her soul on my lips. jungkook * reader. It's a dark romance story. Use of abusive languages, mature things and obviously 21+ things. Please don't read if you are uncomfortable.... but I know everyone is comfortable with it.... make sure to read this story. it will be lit and sure it would send shivers to your spine. 🤭 Enjoy!!!! 🥇# 1 in romancefanfiction 🥇# 1 in maturethemes

Taehyung-Let another man touch you and I'll fvck you on the top of his grave. Yn-No matter how far I run or how well I hide.He will flip the world upside down Just to find me Taehyung-You are my dirty little whore and I'm your master.... Yn-I hate you.... Taehyung-I know you hate me and I don't fucking care about it..because I hate you more than anything in this world Taehyung-Cazoo...Fvck...Beg...beg for it "Venom" Yn-Please.... Taehyung- What we are doing is sick but no one else touch you like me... @Mature content @All right Reserve

❝𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.❞ 𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐈 29 elder daughter of a middle-class family, her childhood was disaster folded between responsibilities. Growing up was like a duty. She carried the weight of expectations without complain. She became the dependable one. The one who "understands" even when she couldn't. Criticism was a venom she swallowed about her chubbiness that overtook her achievements over some extra fat & fixated on her appearance. beneath that controlled exterior, silent sacrifices she learned early that love often came with conditions, carried her family's pride in hands to forgot she had life to live for. 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 27 A walking contradiction of chaos and control, A abroad return young man who believed more on Brajeshwar than meaningless traditions. Spoiled. He lives like the world might end tomorrow; life is too short to let someone control it and survive. It was to chase, tease & recklessly adventured. Rules? He treats them dust on his expensive coat. Entertainment? family drama with protein was enough. He was wild, way too dramatic that screamed "This might be bad news." What will happen when a man who lives for chaos is bound to a woman who has only ever lived for responsibility? What if adventure crashes into discipline, a heart that runs wild is tied to one that has only ever endured? The vows of marriage that tied in the weight of accident and circumstances, will he ever show her how to live or will she show him what living truly means? 18+ | Romance| Mystery| Drama

𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘- ❝𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚗 her 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜,❞ ● 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚 ╰─▸A soft, kind yet cold billionaire or that's what people thought of him, was hiding his darkest side under the angelic face. An untouchable man, never liked presence of women around, more specifically never found interest to invest his time in women till the age of 29, caught his interest in single mother. the pure, innocent and wounded soul. ❝𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓, 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒~❞ ● 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗬/𝗡 ╰─▸The dead 20 yrs old soul tented by many scars given by her abusive husband and stepparents. she lost the ray of smile since early teen, force to mature and trained to bare pain started smiling hearing the giggles of her 8 months old daughter. She was living her life with the purpose to raise her little gem with the only intention to protect her from this cruel world. Her little daughter. Ava. ☆ The journey of conquering her desert heart with his dead one. He was writing fairy tale for two angels despite being the demon of his own tale. Will he heal her, or she will paint his dead, scar filled world with colors? [ The fatherly side of Taehyung for the Ava as well as the tender temptation to get yn will be seen, with madness and obsession in him.] CONTENT -mafia romance -morally grey ML -single mother -age gap -slow burning - dark theme