He married her by mistake, and from that moment, he made sure she paid for it every single day. Krishnaa was never meant to be his wife. When the fair, beautiful bride ran away, she was pushed forward as a replacement-dark-skinned, unwanted, and never part of anyone's plan. Arjun had always believed that beauty was everything. And in his eyes, Krishnaa was everything he never wanted. He doesn't hide his disgust, nor does he soften his words. To him, this marriage is nothing but a burden forced upon his life. New chapter Updates🎇 Every Monday , Thursday and Saturday.🥰

"Your my Slave & always will be" my boyfriend Slim tells me.The hardest part of being a woman...is feeling like your not one.feeling like your more of animal then even a human being.My body gets beats like one.it gets scarred and neglected like one.Every single day I wake up next to this disgrace called a man.He not just any man,he is my master.He puts so much bruises and scars on my body I'm slowly breaking down each day.Slim and I met at a poetry club downtown.I fell in love with him after 6 months of talking and dating. He proposed to me but that's when the signs of his violence started showing.The signs of his cold heart started becoming more clearer to me.Why didn't I escape when it first started happening? It was too late for me, he had already locked me in. Now here I am, trying to break free from a man who is impossible to break free from. But to save myself, I have to end him right? Read on about my story.Copy righted.[THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES AND ALOT OF PROFANITY] you have been warned [This is Copyrighted to Tyvia Wilson 2014 ©]

story about domestic violence

With Noor being a simple Muslim girl who is againts Violence and believes in good deeds and her faith and trust in her religion. How will her simple undistrubed hard life be when greedy uncle gave her up to the rutheless Mafia .

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 .

This is a dark romance love-hate story of a rich handsome king who falls in love with a beautiful young farm girl. This wealthy landlord is cruel and heartless. He gets unhealthily obsessed with her due to her beauty. She gets forced to live with him, marry him, do sexual acts for him and be his queen soon. Will she ever change him to a nice man? Will she ever get away from her miserable life? This is the continuation of a book named 'Forced Love', written by heathluvsyou . She is such a talented author and her story is written with such accuracy you believe at times you traveled back in time. Sadly, her story stopped mid way through and she haven't updated in a while. I hope with my heart that she is okay. So, i'm going to try to recreate her writing style and give a ending to her story. I will be adding more chapters as much as I could. I'm not as good as our initial author but will try my best. I love you heathluvsyou. For my shortcut buddies - It is possible to tag along with part 2 without reading the first book. But, I wouldn't recommend that since I bet you don't want to miss out on one of the best books ever. Search up 'Forced love' written by heathluvsyou. It would be worth your time I promise :) Best ranking - 39 in 'dark' on June 9th 2021. Wrote in 2021. 2022 me- 😬 Not bad. Trying to appreciate my dedication and efforts 🤦‍♀️ 2025 nov- I wrote this when I was a teenager. Idk what I was on. I don't condone this nor should anyone learn from this. Sorry guys :(

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. They say trust is the foundation of love, but what happens when two people destined to be enemies fall for each other? What happens when the devil himself falls for something he knows he can't have? 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. Zayn Caurso has spent years looking for his enemy's daughter. The plan was simple. He'd torture her and then kill her. easy right? wrong. When fate has them unexpectedly crossing paths, all his plans shatter into a million pieces, and suddenly, she's got his ring on her finger and is soon to have his last name. It was supposed to be simple. He'd marry her, and then he'd kill her. He wasn't supposed to fall for her, let alone become obsessed with her. She was everything he didn't want, yet everything he didn't know he needed. Athena Jane Reed has only had eyes for one man. He was perfect. charming, caring. until he wasn't. One fight changes everything. one unfortuate encounter, and now she's suddenly broken-hearted, and wearing the devil himself's engagement ring. He was everything she promised herself she'd stay away from. He was too violent, and he was too mean. He wasn't supposed to make her feel safe, and he especially wasn't supposed to be the one who made her feel like she can breathe. Now, lines are blurred, and emotions that shouldn't be there are high. They're tangled in a web of lies, Pain, love, and hate. Their union is a ticking time bomb waiting to blow. The only question is, will a love born from hate survive?

Book #1 Zaviyaar Khan, a quintessential playboy and the pampered heir to a vast fortune, has always lived in the shadow of his father's immense wealth. His life revolves around indulgence and excess, a stark contrast to the disciplined and modest life of Maira Ahmer. Maira, a diligent college student on a scholarship, comes from a middle-class family that has instilled in her strong values and taught her to steer clear of distractions, especially from boys. Their worlds collide when Zaviyaar visits Maira's college for a speech, and he is immediately struck by her indifference-a rarity among his usual admirers. Intrigued and determined, Zaviyaar sets out to win her over as his girlfriend, unaware that this pursuit will challenge his worldview and lead him down a path of unexpected self-discovery. As Zaviyaar and Maira navigate their starkly different backgrounds, fate intertwines their lives in surprising ways. Join them on a journey where contrasting worlds clash and evolve, revealing how love can bridge even the widest divides. - Read if you're fluent in Roman Urdu as many dialogues are in Urdu and while some are translated, some aren't. This story is a Muslim Love story however my characters are not perfect Muslims.

The rake Mister Jonathan Pine has one thing in mind for this London season. He will marry a young widow who is pleasant and experienced enough to keep him satisfied in bed so he can get his hands on his grandmother's inheritance and give it to his abusive family. What will happen when things will not go his way, and he ends up trapped with the inexperienced Diamond of the season Lady Parker and a marriage contract that forbids his family from benefitting from his inheritance? Will the lovely Lady Parker ever make her tyrant husband understands that together, they could make a respectful and loving family instead of seeking to be accepted by the vicious family that had hated him since birth? And things could get even more complicated when the King finds out his only goddaughter was betrothed to a man below her station, preventing her from being a Queen as per his wishes. Will the King forsake Lady Parker making the London Society and court turn their backs on her for choosing love instead of appearances?

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.