Something beneath the silk was still breathing.

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" she 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.. Starting : 2 november 2025 Ending: 9 April 2026 STARTING: 2 november 2025 ENDING: ??

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" He said confidently, "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. I could feel my tears slipping silently down my cheeks, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes. And Please ignore my mistakes .

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

Three brothers. Three marriages. And a house where love is a liability. Rishabh Oberoi is power in its most brutal form-cold, ruthless, and feared beyond the boundaries of the law. He rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an iron will. Emotions are weaknesses he refuses to entertain-except when it comes to his children. His wife, however, earns nothing but his hatred. There is a reason behind his cruelty, a past twisted by lies he refuses to question. Ishika Mehra Oberoi, twenty-four, fragile and heartbreakingly silent, survives in a marriage built on resentment. She smiles to hide her pain, obeys to protect herself, and carries wounds no one sees. Her silence is mistaken for guilt, her softness for weakness. But endurance has a limit-and when hers breaks, the damage will be irreversible. If Rishabh is fire, Veer Oberoi is ice. Calculated, controlled, and emotionally distant, he runs empires without ever raising his voice. Married by force, he keeps his wife at arm's length, believing detachment is safety. Advika Sharma Oberoi, a doctor with a sharp mind and a fearless tongue, refuses to fade into the background. Forced into marriage yet choosing love, she challenges Veer's silence, determined to reach the man hiding behind it-even if it costs her heart. Then there is Yuvaan Oberoi-reckless, charming, and dangerously unpredictable. A biker boy by day, a secret assassin by night, he hides darkness behind laughter and chaos. And Ipshita Bansal, a psychologist who sees through masks too easily. Savage, observant, and unafraid of truth, she notices the cracks Yuvaan works so hard to hide. Their collision is volatile-two sharp minds circling secrets that could destroy them both. Three couples. Three different kinds of darkness. A marriage built on hatred. A love trapped in silence. And a connection forged in danger. In the Oberoi world, love is not gentle-it is a storm. enter at your own risk. story contains gore abuse,both mental and physical abuse.

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

I kept running and running, my heart beating fast, my legs burning from all the cuts and bruises, my breathing becoming harder with each passing second, my body feels like it would crumble any moment. But still I run, telling myself to not look back. Because if I get caught, he'll lock me up for sure this time. I don't know when the next opportunity to my freedom will come. Heck, I don't even know if I'll get another chance at all. For he would make sure that the freedom is gone.. Forever. But suddenly the world around me spins and before I can realise it, a strong pair of arms hold me in place. I open my eyes and they meet with his icy ones. I'm on the ground with him hovering on top of me, his hands holding my both sides, caging me. The look of pure horror portrayed on my face as he looks at me like he was about to kill me. No No No No Noo.. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but my fear made me mute, numb. I had been caught.. Caught by the devil. Aresteir Trevante Amaris, a name that makes even the bravest shake to their core in fear, a name so much frightening that it is forbidden to use in public, a name that is the perfect example of darkness. For he is the most ruthless and powerful mafia alive, and there is no doubt about it. A man not capable of feeling love nor happiness. That's what people think at least. But the moment his eyes land on Alissa Throne, he feels emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling. And he knew he would make her his whether she liked it or not. And no one could stop him......

"Rajveer bhai, please aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? ---Ansh Malhotra " Shhh.. apne husband ko bhai bulate hain"? --Rajveer Singhania

"Why, Sebastian? Why did you enter my life?" I cried, losing my strength to fight him anymore. "Because I want to destroy it." ******** Eileen Lior's fairytale should have ended the day she married Sebastian Stellios because that is when true horror started. Unaware of the beastly nature of the man she married, she wholeheartedly accepted her fate. Loving him immensely. But, the man she married was a devil. A true example of ruthlessness and now she is trapped. Hoping someone might save her from this monster. Praying for a hand to take her out from his prison, far away from him. But, will he allow his prisoner, his redemption, to leave? Or... to what extent could he break to enslave her in his domain? All because she made him 'feel' What? He doesn't know. [Installment of "THE VICIOUS LEADERS" Series: 2nd Mafia Ace: Black Death, Sebastian Stellios]

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?