The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

[𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘] 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒚. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏... 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆?

"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.

"He bought her dignity with a pouch of gold. She swore to make him pay with his empire." In the treacherous, opulent kingdom of Awadh, secrets are deadlier than poisoned arrows. Nineteen years ago, a Queen rejected her newborn son. Today, a masked warrior rides through the shadows, carrying the weight of that rejection and an ego that bows to no one. Meet Kushagra: lethal, arrogant, and hiding his face behind a black mask. He believes everything has a price. Meet Chakor: a fiercely independent healer with the beauty of a goddess, forced to hide her face behind black soot to survive a world of lustful men. When a brutal ambush leaves Kushagra dying from a poisoned arrow, Chakor uses her ancient knowledge to pull him back from the brink of death. But no good deed goes unpunished. To save him from a tribal execution, a desperate lie is told, forcing Chakor into a sacred marriage with the unconscious stranger. When Kushagra wakes, he doesn't offer gratitude. Disgusted by the idea of being tied to a tribal "dancer," he commits the ultimate sin. On their wedding night, without ever showing his face, he throws a pouch of gold coins at her feet. "The price of your Sindoor," he mocks, before abandoning her in the dead of night. Heartbroken, humiliated, and exiled from her home, Chakor makes a vow of ice and fire: she will never save a man again. She buries her beauty in ash and vanishes into the dark alleys of Vaishali. But destiny is a cruel game. A year later, the threads of fate tangle again. Caught in the dangerous crosshairs of Awadh's dangerously obsessed King Bhairav, and haunted by the dark secrets of her own birth, Chakor is pulled back into the royal web. And somewhere in that web waits the masked man who ruined her life. When the mask falls and the soot is washed away, will the fire of revenge burn them both to ashes? Or will a toxic, explosive passion rise from the ruins?

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

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."

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐦. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ʀᴜᴅʀᴀᴋꜱʜ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ʀᴀɴᴀᴠᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴘ-ᴛɪᴇʀ ᴄᴇᴏ, ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪᴄʏ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫. ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇᴏ, ꜱʜɪᴠɪ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ʀᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ɪꜱ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ-ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜɪᴠɪ'ꜱ ꜱᴜʀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟ ꜱɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʀᴜᴅʀᴀᴋꜱʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀᴡꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ: ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜɪᴠɪ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏɴᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ. ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ. ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴɪᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

✯ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔢𝔫'𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔤𝔞 - 𝔅𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔒𝔫𝔢 . . . . . . She is soft-spoken, he is commanding. She is innocent, he is dangerous. She is emotional, he is ruthless She believes in faith, he believes in power... or does he? She is light. He is darkness. She believes in love. He rules with power. But when destiny collides their worlds, will it be war... or love? . . . 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚 Banaras ki ek MBBS student, 19 saal ki, jiske liye zindagi ka matlab hai - sachchai, imandari aur pyaar. Ek influential political family se aane ke baad bhi uski talash hamesha ek alag pahchan ki rahi hai. Khushmijaz aur azaad rooh wali Navya, Mahadev aur Mata Gauri ki bhakt hai. Uska vishwaas hai ki pyaar se har jang jeeti ja sakti hai. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫 Thakur khandan ka uttaradhikari, sirf 24 saal ki umra mein siyasat ke darbar ka ek shaktishaali naam. Ek politician hi nahi, balki ek successful businessman bhi. Uske liye pyaar ek kamzori hai - asli taqat paisa, power aur control mein hai. Siyasat ke khel mein khauf uska parcham hai, aur jeet uski aadat. Aur phir... Kya hoga jab Do alag duniyaon ke yeh do kirdar ik dusre se takrayenge, jaise taqdeer ne likha ho. Ek taraf pyaar aur aastha... dusri taraf taqat aur siyasat. Kya vo dono ik dusre ko samajh payenge Aur kaise hogi yeh kahani jab ik taraf junoon, control aur virasat hoga aur dusre taraf pyaar, freedom aur Aastha hogi

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved