˙⁠❥⁠˙For every woman who falls for desi romance.

Jeon's triplets brothers are true blood alpha kings. They are merciless, beast and cold hearted alphas. They have major anger issues and are deadly possessive for their things. Still didn't find their mate yet. Kim Taehyung... pretty, ethereal true blood omega. Have the beautiful oceanic blue eyes and a very alluring yet intoxicated scent. Always stays in his house and never ever sees the outside world. Still have not found his mate yet. What will happen when the cold hearted alphas and soft hearted omega meet and then how the triplets jeon's craziness and obsession starts for the one and only pretty omega and will burn the world down for him. This story will contain... *Obsession *Triple mates *Top jungkook *Top jk *Top jungguk *Bottom taehyung *Possession *Madness Please skip if you are uncomfortable and avoid hate comments...

"O-oh my g-god, j-jungkook you m-marked him". Mrs jeon, jungkook's mother yelled in disbelief with her eyes widen in horror when she saw her only ten years old son whose eyes are burning bloody golden and possessively holding the five years old unconscious little baby taehyung in his arms with a mating mark shining on his neck. When jeon jungkook got deadly and insanely obsessed with his own cousin and one day, he marked his own cousin in his obsession, forcefully. What will happened next? will taehyung accept him when he will grew older? or by passing time, jungkook's possession will reached to such limits from where no turning back? So dive in the story of possession and enjoy jungkook being dangerously obsessed with his own cousin. this story will contain.... *obsession * pre birth obsession * madness * possession * top jungkook * bottom taehyung * forced marking * insane lover * addiction * stalking * psycho behaviour please if you are uncomfortable then leave without leaving any hate comments....

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. I gave birth to them. I do not care about views or attention, but I do care deeply about my babies. So please think twice before commenting just to spread negativity. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to become your biggest ill wisher. Consider this your warning. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

"Shh..." He silenced her gently, bumping his forehead against hers and whispering softly, "This is not how you behave." Shishi didn't struggle; she needed his comfort. Sniffling, she complained, "You started it first." "That's not true, sweetheart." He chuckled, his deep voice resonating as he caressed her head and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "Have I ever ignored you? You know I could never ignore you, even if I wanted to." As he spoke, he bowed his head and lightly bit her cheek. "It's always you, finding new ways to hurt me," -and then playing the victim, crying so heartbreakingly that it always softened his heart. ... "Your name is too weird, husband." "Name me anything you want, sweets." "Husband, I don't like the shirt you're wearing." "Should I take it off, darling?" "Husband, you're not treating me well." "Punish me however you want, my dear." ... Tₕₑ ₘₒᵣₑ ᵤₙdₑᵣᵣₐₜₑd ₜₕᵢₛ ₛₜₒᵣy ₜᵤᵣₙₛ ₒᵤₜ ₜₒ bₑ, ₜₕₑ bₑₜₜₑᵣ. Gₐₜₑₖₑₑₚₑᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₚₚᵣₑcᵢₐₜₑd.