In a world where 'Gers' were destined for marriage by eighteen or branded cursed, Xiao Zhan dared to dream bigger. He would be a doctor. With his family's quiet defiance, he believed he was different, carved from a different fate than his village peers. Until kindness became his undoing. A single act of charity to an old man on a deserted road twisted Zhan's path from textbooks to a wedding altar in the city. The groom? Wang Yibo, a man as cold as his urban world. Yibo's first words to Zhan were a challenge: 'Refuse this marriage.' But Zhan, seeing Yibo's own unspoken prison, chose silence. If he was to be shackled, he wouldn't be the only one. Married and isolated in a city that knew only Yibo's power, Zhan's life became a brutal lesson. Scolding, beatings, threats, and locked doors-Yibo used them all. But Zhan, the Ger who defied a village, refused to break. He would not be just a victim. He would fight for a husband who didn't want him, for a love he might never receive, and for the hope that beneath Yibo's cruelty lay a heart that could still be won.

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Luke ran. Bare feet slapped floor, each step sending pain screaming up his legs, but he didn't stop. The corridor stretched endlessly, alarms blaring so loudly they felt like they were drilling straight into his skull. Everywhere he turned guards. "Caught him!" The shout ripped Luke's breath broke into sobs. He was naked, His body trembled, bruises blooming across his skin His legs barely held him anymore. Patients screamed from locked rooms as he passed, some laughing, some crying, some pounding on doors. The entire asylum was awake now He saw a door at the end of the hall. Luke stumbled forward, nearly collapsing, and grabbed the handle with shaking hands. He yanked once. Twice. Again. Locked. "No... no, please..." Footsteps stopped behind him. Luke turned. Three guards stood there. Luke backed away until his spine hit the locked door. Before he could scream, before he could beg, rough hands seized him. He fought weakly, nails scraping uselessly. They dragged him away . Luke was strapped down before he fully understood where he was. Leather restraints bit into his wrists and ankles, pinning him to a cold metal chair. Thick wires and thin tubes were attached to his chest, arms, neck everywhere. The machine beside him hummed softly He shook uncontrollably. "I didn't kill anyone," Luke sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "I swear... please... I promise... please don't do this..." A guard stepped forward and flipped a switch. The machine roared to life. Electricity tore through Luke's body . His back arched violently against the restraints as a scream ripped from his throat. The asylum swallowed his screams whole.

Read the prologue. Hehe.

When all your dreams are crushed, and the very person who claims to love you takes away your freedom-what would you do then? This is the story of Sagar, who dreamed of a free life but, because of someone's desire to possess him, became trapped inside a golden cage.

"Next time....... I'll let you go, I swear, next time." "You liar........You said that the last time too, and before that and before that, you lie, every single time, and like a fool, I hope you mean it, like a fool I believe you, even though you have never believed me........you'll say the same thing next time too." A cruel fate that ties them together, A shared love that never got a chance to bloom, A feeling buried alive, clawing on their hearts. This is a Indian boys love story and omegaverse. If you aren't comfortable please don't read further. TW: Self harm Story rankings(03/02/26)- #80 in sad out 348k stories #5 in imprisonment out of 756 stories #24 in Indian bl out of 841 stories #102 in MxM out of 25.9k stories #435 in fiction out of 543k stories Note : Please don't stop reading after seeing the Indian bl tag, thinking it's going to be in hindi, I have put translation for non - hindi readers. Copyright © [2026] [ShagzShokker]. All rights reserved. This book and its contents are original and protected by copyright law. Any unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited. Image credits belong to their respective owners; images are used for visual representation only.

Book 1 of "Desire : A Lethal, Obsessive Devotion" series [ Coming soon ] --- story set in India. This is a work of pure fiction. All characters, events, and settings are completely imaginary and do not reflect or comment on real life or any specific communities. Some characters may be Hindu, some may be Muslim, and some stories may mix different cultural elements, but these details are used only for creative expression and are not based on real beliefs or practices. The timeline in these stories may also vary and won't follow real-life years or history. It may feel like the past, present, or future depending on the story. Any pictures used in the story, including those from Pinterest, are only for visual inspiration and belong to their original owners. Male characters may sometimes be referred to with feminine words, and may wear jewelry or softer clothing depending on their personality or the scene. If any part of this fictional content makes you uncomfortable, please leave the story respectfully instead of posting negativity. I want this space to stay kind and positive. Hate comments will not be tolerated. Please also understand that English is not my first language, so my writing may not be perfect. Updates may be slow, and sometimes a chapter may even take a month. I will not remove any chapters that are already posted. Thank you for reading and for your patience.

"Mom... Dad..??" I ask aloud, waiting to hear those calming voices of my parents, my anchors, but all I hear is haunted, hollow silence. No No No, please god, please keep them safe, safe from any danger, safe from HIM. A shriek leaves my mouth as I feel arms wrap around me. I don't even need to look back to know who it is; No one dares to touch me because if they did, they'd have to face him. "Shhh, what happened, baby?" A sob leaves me, as his voice enters my ears, "Please, Reyansh, I am sorry, *hic**hic* please don't hurt my parents, don't punish them for what I did. I promise I will never run away from you again.*hic* " Tears stream down my face, but I don't care to wipe them anymore. I knew it was a mistake to even think about running away from him, but I still did, just for that false hope of freedom. "It's okay, darling, there's no need to cry, hmmm. You knew that running away was a mistake, but you love to get on my nerves. And now I have found you, so it's all okay. You can run as many times as you want, but in the end, I will always have you." His guards fill the room. "But you know, trying to escape makes you a bad boy, right?" He speaks in a haunting whisper, "and bad boys get punished." ******************************************************* Aarav Sharma, a 20-year-old sweet boy, is in his 3rd year of college. When he is selected for an internship at his best friend's brother's company, he believes that soon he will fulfil all his dreams, make his parents proud and give them the luxury they could never afford. But his life takes a sharp turn when his boss claims him as his. Reyansh Singh Rathore, a 27-year-old billionaire, has a secret that no one except his dad knows: Aarav, his sister's best friend, is also his obsession. What started as a crush at 15 turns darker when he sees other people looking at what is his.

⚠️This story has some triggering scenes of violence, abuse, trauma, mental health, anxiety attacks, murder, physical harassment, etc. ; so read at your own risk. It is an Indian BL, with 3 Main Couples. In this story you will find.....Love story along with bromance, brotherhood, family love, true friendships, lots of drama, comedy and bratty bottoms. --------------------- At the age of 11, Krish saw his parent's brutal murder by a Drug lord and human trafficking Mafia. From that day onwards, his life turned into a living hell. He was no more treated like a human but just as a body. Every night turned into a nightmare, different hands crawling on his skin in a vicious way. His blood curdling screams echoed into the dark, silent basement cell from the dusk till the dawn. At the age of 22, the torture finally ended when a special department of Police force killed the Mafia and rescued the boy and tagged him-both a victim and a witness . Now, finally free, he's left to pick up the pieces of a life shattered by cruelty. But after the rescue, can a soul so broken ever be truly saved? Discover a gripping journey of trauma, survival, and the haunting question of what it means to be rescued?. ------------------------------🥀🥀🥀--------------------------- #Pain&Insane(BL)

Grief does not always scream. Sometimes it reshapes another person to fit what was lost. "Being loved as someone else still feels like love." The grief turned obsession, and the quiet devastation of being loved only when you stop being yourself. Top- Arhaan shekhawat Bottom - Rivaan Mehra ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Abusive language Homosexual relationships Mpreg And most importantly this is the story totally written by me so please don't comment wrong on anything.... Please stay away if you're not comfortable🎀🎀