In the misty, rain-drenched hills of Kerala's Western Ghats, a gentle kindergarten teacher is ripped from her quiet life and dragged into the shadows of the ancient Nambiyar Tharavad. She came seeking peace. She found a monster. Arjun Nambiyar doesn't love. He claims. And once his eyes lock on her innocence, nothing - not her tears, not her pleas, not the world - will stop him from making her his. In the hidden luxury of the centuries-old mansion, under the constant roar of the monsoon, he will break her, bind her in gold and obsession, and drown her in a darkness so twisted it feels like worship. Some flowers are meant to bloom freely. Others are destined to be plucked, possessed, and kept forever in the bloodroot soil.

"Strip" He said calmly. Eliza eyes widened, she look at him like if she heard wrong. And kevin notice it. "You heard right baby, strip" He said in amusement. ___________________________________________ It's my first day in university I was very happy to start my new journey of my life but i didn't know that i become someone's obsession. He was the biggest bully in the university, no one has the courage to stop him. He is the son of the mafia leader, entire university revolves around him and i became the part of his dangerous world, his obsession. Content warning ⚠️ Bullying Violence and blood Abuse Force relationship Torture Abusive character's Dark romance

Mara thought she knew what pain was. She grew up in a house where love was a myth and her brother's fist was a reality. But when she's forced to sign a marriage contract to Malachi, the man who dismantled her dignity, she learns that some debts are paid in blood, and others are paid in screams. ​Malachi is a predator with a God complex. He has bought her from her father to settle a lifelong grudge. He promises her a living hell, and on their wedding night, he delivers. ​Mara is fragile, innocent, and brilliant. Malachi is cruel, obsessed, and unstoppable. ​She signed the paper to save her father's heart. Now, she'll have to survive the man who wants to rip out hers. Author's Note: This story contains extremely dark themes, domestic suffering, and non-consensual situations. Reader discretion is heavily advised. 🎖️#1Unwanted ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#2 Abusivehusband ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#3 Bullyromance ••• 17.03.26 🎖️#2 Bullystory •••25.03.26 🎖️#1 Trauma ••• 07.04.26 🎖️#7 Slowburn••• 15.04.26 🎖️#3 Angst ••• 18.04.26 🎖️#2 Dark ••• 04.05.26 🎖️#1 Toxic relationship ••• 18.07.26

His grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. She was shaking terribly, terrified of the intensity in his eyes. The suffocating closeness between them made her feel as though she might collapse at any moment. She could feel his monstrous huge length on her gut, his cold cigarette breath on her face. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, sharp whisper that brooked no argument. When she hesitated, frozen by fear, he leaned in closer, his presence entirely overwhelming her. "So you want me to grab your hairs and drag you to our room and make you bounce....." before he finishes his words she instantly opened her eyes and started looking into his eyes. She can't go back to his room, not after what he had done with her not after all the humiliation he made her go through in that room. She was holding her breath making her neck curves look visible that all he wants is to suck her until he mark her entire body but he controlled his inner beast who was dying to taste her. "Your brother is on the way," he warned, his voice cutting through the silence like ice. "And I don't want him knowing a single thing about what is happening between us."She remained completely still, her breath catching in her throat, her wide eyes locked onto his. Before she could process the threat, the distant sound of a car pulling into the driveway echoed through the house.

Suddenly, something felt wrong. Or rather, someone. A presence. Heavy. Close. Familiar. Intense enough that her entire body felt it before her mind understood it. And very slowly, she lifted her eyes upward. First, the black suit. Then the broad, familiar frame that was standing impossibly close before her. And then, his face. And as the final high notes of the orchestra's melody rose into the cold night air, the moment somehow became even more intense, almost unreal, as if life itself had chosen to play background music for this exact second. No words were spoken. None could be. Yet the melody only deepened the impact of it all, wrapping itself around the silence, the shock, the disbelief, and the terror standing between them. The moment their eyes met, her entire body froze. Completely. Her eyes widened instantly in sheer horror. No. No... Suhana's heart seemed to stop beating altogether. The blood drained from her face so fast it almost hurt. It was him. Alexander. Warning! Mature Content!

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

She thought hiding would save her. She was wrong. Dragged from the shadows of a dead man's house, bound, silenced, and forced into a world she never knew existed, she becomes the only witness to something far bigger than murder. Damian is cold. Calculated. Dangerous. And he has no intention of letting her go. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 🏆 #1 in tag #hostage on (13/3/26) 🏆 #1 in tag #taken on (7/6/26) 🏆 #4 in tag #gangleader on (7/3/26) 🏆 #2 in tag #taken on (19/3/26)

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

She thought the world was turning against her. But it was always just him- pulling the strings, and smiling in the dark.

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𓏲ּ𝄢