She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

"I'll ask you two questions and if I find a silver of dishonesty, I'll hunt you down to the end of this world until you're begging me for death." She nods. "Did you sleep with me against my consent?" She nods - yes. "Were you forced to do this?" She nods - no. "Jeon Jungkook neither forgives, nor forgets, and you my dear, sister-in-law, ended up on the wrong side of me." ◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇ Kim Y/n - a woman who was physically and emotionally abused by her husband Jeon Junghyun, finds herself in bed with her dead husband's little brother - Jeon Jungkook. She is supposed to be a vessel, to be used by Jeon Mirae - her mother-in-law - to give birth to a heir. And now having slept with the beast - she finds herself on wrong side of the man who has vowed to claim his revenge from her. Who will survive the games of betrayal and love? Who will burn, and who will rise from the ashes...? Scandal. Seduction. Secrets. Welcome to the empire where the widow wears the crown of her brother-in-law's desire and revenge.

Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."

"Jab duniya se haar jao tab Ghar laut sakte hai, par jab ghar se haar jaaye tab kaha laute." ~ Vyomika Singhania "Jindagi bina family ke berang si hai.... Saare rang hi to unse hai." "Life is all about family and friends." ~ Shreyansh Malhotra She was born into betrayal. He was raised in belonging. She walked through fire with silence in her eyes. He carried sunshine in his laughter. One didn't know what peace felt like. The other was peace-until she became the peace in his chaos. She never believed in love. He never needed it. And yet, when their worlds collided, everything began to crumble... beautifully. This is not a tale of soulmates who found each other. It's a tale of two broken pieces that fit together-not because they were perfect, but because they chose to be. Vyomika, a woman carved by betrayal and loss, doesn't seek love-she seeks justice, vengeance, and answers. Shreyansh, the man who had everything-family, warmth, smiles-never expected to lose his calm to someone like her. But destiny doesn't knock. It storms in. In a world where blood ties lie and chosen families heal, this is a story of fierce loyalty, unexpected love, and silent strength. Of a woman who rose from ashes... and a man who learned to burn quietly beside her. Because sometimes, the people who ruin us... aren't the ones we fight. They're the ones we trusted. And sometimes, the ones who save us... Are strangers who never asked for a place in our story, But wrote themselves in anyway.

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ BOUND BY VENGEANCE, IGNITED BY LOVE This is the story of the descendants of the Chandravansh and their heirs! Moksh, who believes that death is the ultimate release, Drishya, whose mere gaze leaves people wounded, Samarthya, who annihilates enemies with his strength, and Love, who girls desire but lives in a world of his own. In their lives, words like love and romance don't exist. These four are the epitome of destruction, each living for one purpose-revenge. However, a twist of fate brings them face to face with love. Their love stories unfold in unexpected ways-some trapped by deception, some by force, some by deal, and some due to a single night's mistake. Who are these four innocent souls whose lives get entangled with four fireballs of destruction? Will they manage to save themselves? Or will they fall into a world where love is a forbidden word? Can they fill the hearts of these four brothers with Ishq-e-Ibadat? Or will they lose the very essence of love forever? Discover this intense journey of passion, revenge, and love, where hearts battle against fate and the definition of love is rewritten.

Y/n- please don't beat me I will never try to run away i promise please Jimin- no no no why are you crying don't cry.this is your punishment take it like a good wife. ...... MUMMA! "Baby we are just playing hide &seek" What happens when you are helpless? Can you kill someone? Is someone can who loves you to the death? The pure heart can become venom? Or the story will end up being helpless? Notice -: ( In starting 2 parts have grammar problems ...so I would suggest you to be remain...or u guys can read from the 3rd part) It's just a fanfiction don't take it seriously don't hate anyone it's a imaginary story by author perspective.....and this is for what fanfictions made for from past 15 years.... sometimes Kylie Jenner, Ariana Grande, Justin Beiber, Kardashian family, selena gomez and many many more...so don't think like I'm throwing my anger or frustration fantasies on this bts ff.... because there are many even before BTS...so it's just a imagination that everybody made in their mind about somethings and I'm just writing to remember that

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #33 toxic #35 Dark romance

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

She fell for him. He didn't even know about it. She dreamed everything with him. His dream is only to make his own empire. She is sweet and beautiful any man will be on their knees for her. Except the man she wanted to. She got it all , the love , the care , the money ,everything. But women like her tend to chase the impossible. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine Brother' s best friend Slow burn She fell first, he fell harder "I cannot give any commitment towards our relationship right now" he said it in a one go.My heart stopped. Everything around me went blank. I know this will happen . I expected this the minute our marriage had been announced. Yet it breaks my heart into millions of pieces. Is this "THE WRONG MATCH"?