"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."

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love."

"Your highness"I greeted confused as to why he's here. I adjusted my veil and stood a safe distance away from him,we were alone in my house, anyone could walk in. "What did you tell my mother?"he asked ,anger evident from his tone. "I'm sorry I--" "WHAT DID YOU TELL MY MOTHER?"I flinched as he yelled cutting me off. "I-i didn't say anything I s-swear"I rushed out scared. "My mother hit me because of you"he stepped closer "I'm sorry,I apologize, I'll do anything please forgive me"I moved back till I reached the wall. "Really?"his voice carried mischief. "Y-yes"I nodded head bowed. "Take it off"he ordered and my shaky hands moved upwards to uncover my face. "Why did you stop"he asked and I frowned confused. "You said to take it off"my voice came out low and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. "Take it ALL off"he emphasized , and I felt my heart stop. "Y-your highness "my voice came out small. "STRIP "------------ ********************************** Tears rolled down my face as I begged and sobbed for mercy, no one was home right now,he could do anything he wants,even if someone was home,no one can stop him----- ******************************************** MEHER:A noble maiden from the Chandrai family,her father a minister,her mother part of the queen's inner court, meher was part of a family of seven,her parents and her four brothers. RAJVEER:The crown prince of amer and only son of King Rayansh and Queen Saloni, beloved grandson of the grand queen, MAHARANI MAINAVATI SINGH RAGHUVANSHI. Meher was the burden no one wanted,after having four healthy sons why would anyone want a daughter?,meher grew up learning to be quiet and obedient,her purpose in life was to listen to her parents then her husband. Meher's life changes when her father's younger sister,her aunty Arpita came around,she was queen saloni's close friend and was there to visit. There saloni's gaze landed on her,and it was decided,meher was going to be veer's Bride.....

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Claire finds herself torn between loyalty and a passion she never expected. Married to Mark, she feels the strain of a fading connection-until his father, Robert, unexpectedly awakens desires in her she can't ignore. As she navigates the complexities of forbidden attraction, boundaries blur, and the lines between right and wrong begin to fade. With emotions spiraling out of control, Claire and Robert are drawn into a whirlwind of desire that threatens to consume them both. How long can they resist, and what will be the cost of giving in? #1 in loveaffair #1 in 18Plus... Do not copy... Cover designed by Temp_Me

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

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy of her brother. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Characters Toxic Love Multi couple

"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.

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

✮ 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓂃⟡˙ ⋆ Four ruthless brothers. Four broken brides. One binding fate. What will happen when the four Rajvardhan brothers, cold-hearted, power-driven, and scarred by their pasts, are forced into marriage under family pressure? Thrown into unwanted vows with four women, these men are about to face a storm of secrets, rebellion, and desire. Will they cage the women they're bound to, or set themselves on fire in the process? But within the heart of this empire, beneath the gold and glass, something else is moving. Something ancient. Watching. A whisper in closed rooms. A name erased from every record. A presence that slips through power like smoke, leaving chaos in its wake. They call it a phantom, a myth, a curse woven into the Rajvardhan bloodline, a force that does not bleed, does not bow, and cannot be seen. It moves between them, twisting truths, and marking its next prey. And as the brothers fall for the women meant to ruin them, the shadow begins to rise, pulling everyone into a game where love is a weapon, and survival is the only sin worth committing. The question isn't who will win. It's who will remain once the phantom is done rewriting history. ! MATURE CONTENT ! Started on: 01/08/2025.