"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

(He broke my body. He crushed my soul. Now, he wants my final breath.) ​3 Years. 1,095 Days. Countless Broken Bones & A Shattered Soul. Abhimaan leaned down, his fingers tightening painfully into her hair as he forced her tear-stained face up to meet his icy gaze. ​Anshi's voice trembled, raw with helpless terror. "A-Abhimaan... main apki behan hoon... hum ek ghar mein bade hue hain... please mujhe chhod do..." ​Abhimaan let out a low, dark laugh that chilled the marrow of her bones. He ran his thumb roughly over her swollen lower lip, wiping away a smear of blood. ​"Behan?" he whispered against her skin, his breath hot and toxic. "Yeh jhooth duniya ke liye tha, Anshi. Tum iss ghar mein koi behan ban kar nahi aayi thi... tum shuru se sirf MERI haevaniyat ka shikaar banne ke liye aayi thi." ​He grabbed the fistful of dark red sindoor and dragged it violently across her forehead, marking her forever. ​"Now... call me your husband." ​⚠️ WARNING & DISCLAIMER ⚠️ ​[ TRIGGER WARNING ] ​Content Advisory: Extreme physical violence, visceral emotional torture, raw abuse, severe dark trauma, non-consensual marital rape, and heavy domestic dark themes. ​Strictly 18+ Mature Readers. Aap sirf age se nahi, dimaag se bhi 18+ ho tabhi padhein. Read only if you can handle extreme angst and raw heartbreak.)

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

"Vikram..." she rasped, her voice a broken, wet whisper. "Please... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't fight you anymore. Just... let me go. Please." Vikram stopped. He tilted his head, a faint, unsettling smirk touching his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of heavy-duty medical nylon restraint strips. "Let you go?" Vikram asked softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Haven't you heard what Dr. Sharma said, jaan? You are suffering from severe manic psychosis. You hurt yourself. You need complete, uninterrupted bed rest." Panic surged through Meera's veins, fighting against the drugs. She tried to pull her hand back, but Vikram's grip caught her wrist with bone-crushing force. He tied her wrist and ankles to bedpost. "No-stop, please-!" she choked out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. "There," Vikram murmured, smoothing down the blanket over her chest with horrifying gentleness. "Now you won't fall out of bed during your delusions."

I died on a cold marble floor with oysters burning in my throat. My name is Netra Verma Oberoi. This is not a love story. This is the story of how two men - one I was forced to marry, and one I once loved with all my heart - slowly, methodically, destroyed me until I chose silence over survival. From the day my parents sold me into a loveless, violent marriage to the final private dinner where I swallowed my own death, every chapter is soaked in my blood, tears, and quiet screams. Ranbir Oberoi broke my body. Sameer Chopra broke my soul. And I... I finally broke free in the only way left to me. If you have ever been silenced, used, or abandoned... this story will tear your soul apart. PS : Not a happy ending... It's brainrot

"Main bol nahi paati... iska matlab ye nahi ki mujhe dard nahi hota. Aapke har thappad ki jalan mujhe bhi mehsoos hoti hai. Ye koi fairytale love story nahi hai. Ye us ladki ki kahani hai jo bol nahi paati thi... par andar hi andar har roz cheekhti thi. Read at your own risk. This story contains dark and disturbing themes including toxic marriage, emotional abuse, domestic violence, coercive intimacy, trauma, pregnancy-related distress, and psychological manipulation. Ye koi soft romance nahi hai. Isme pyaar se zyada pain hai. Khamoshi se zyada andar ki cheekhein hain. Agar aap heavy emotional stories se trigger hote hain, toh please apni comfort ka dhyan rakhein.

This is a historic ancient Indian story, where the kingdom must have heirs . PratapVeer Singh is 32 year old , future king of devgarh, who loves his first wife Riva Singh, she is his childhood friend , they have been married from 12 years, but don't have any child . Everyone wants PratapVeer to get second marriage and give hier , but he doesn't want to cheat on his wife and makes her insecure by bringing a second wife, he believes in having one wife whole life. What will happen when his first wife forces him to get married for the second time, will he accept his second wife ?.

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 know your own limit. This book is really not for easily triggered people. Read the Author's note carefully before proceeding.) •Based on a one-shot of the same title from my book [Dilemma]• ... "You will be mine for a long time." . Born pretty doesn't mean his life will be easy and full of beautiful things. Being worshipped and considered as a living Goddess doesn't mean his path will forever be full of flowers. Because for Eri, as the old prophecy once told when he was born, his beauty had caused his own kingdom to be subjugated by a much more powerful Sun kingdom from the East, led by none other than the infamous Emperor Ra Masahiro who badly wants to take him as a bride. In order to save his people and parents from being beheaded, Eri is forced to part with his fiance and marry the ruthless Emperor, sealing his fate to become the vile man's prized possession. ... -This book is a fiction with MewGulf as Cast Copyright© 2022 By Underline. All rights reserved.