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(SLOW UPDATE) Mature 🔞🔞🔞 ( Note : This story is purely my imagination. please don't copy or report my Hard work ) Disha Rao is 23 years old: She is a simple and introvert. After the death of her parents, she now lives alone and works as a school teacher. Ekansh Raghuvanshi is 28 years old hot , handsome billionaire but due to an accident 6 months ago he is now mentally unstable and has become like a child. What will happen when fate ties them together? Will Disha be able to accept him with all her heart ?? Will Disha be able to cure him with her love and care ?? will he be able to become normal ??? This story is very simple without any Other drama WARNING : ■ GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES ■ MATURE SCENE

Warning: This story contains non- consensual sex, sexual assault, domestic violence and emotional manipulation A Tale of Betrayal, Jealousy, and Injustice in a Traditional Household In the suffocating confines of the Sharma household, Aradhya has spent six years as the devoted first wife, managing every aspect of domestic life single-handedly. Despite her unwavering dedication and gentle nature, she carries the burden of being unable to provide an heir-a failure that haunts both her and the family's expectations. When Radhika arrives as the second wife, specifically chosen to fulfill what Aradhya cannot, the household's dynamics shift dramatically. Pregnant with the long-awaited heir, Radhika becomes the golden child of the family, while Aradhya's worth diminishes in everyone's eyes. Consumed by jealousy and insecurity, Radhika orchestrates a cruel deception. She poisons kheer that Aradhya lovingly prepared as a peace offering, then falsely accuses her of attempted murder. The accusation leads to a brutal beating that leaves Aradhya broken and imprisoned, while the family readily believes the worst of their hardworking daughter-in-law. When Vijay finally uncovers the truth, he expects justice. Instead, he discovers something far more devastating-a family so blinded by their desire for an heir that they're willing to sacrifice an innocent woman's dignity and well-being to protect their precious hope for the future. Character Dynamics Aradhya: The tragic protagonist whose years of silent service and devotion count for nothing when measured against her inability to conceive Radhika: The manipulative second wife who uses her pregnancy as both weapon and shield Vijay: A man torn between his growing understanding of his first wife's worth and his family's expectations Meena: The matriarch whose desperation for an heir blinds her to basic human decency Priya and Anandi: Family members who witness injustice but remain complicit in the system

Behind Closed Doors: The Diabolical Love | A dark Romance | 18+ Mia Moretti has always lived in the shadows of her family. Protected, sheltered, and silenced. At eighteen, she is sweetness wrapped in fragility, the only daughter in a world where her brothers' voices carry more weight than her own. But one fateful night changes everything. At a glittering gala meant to celebrate her brother's marriage, she catches the eye of Xavier Vitale-the most feared name in both the business empire and the mafia underworld. Twice her age, ruthless and untouchable, Xavier doesn't just notice her... he claims her. What begins as an obsession quickly turns into a prison. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Mia finds herself trapped under Xavier's control. His rules, his rage, his love twisted into possession. She was raised to be gentle. He was born to destroy. And now, Mia must survive a man who doesn't know how to let go because Xavier Vitale will burn the world before he ever lets her escape.

Army officer X Village girl This story is about two individuals, Abhimanyu and Priti who are bound by their parents in an arranged marriage. Priti Singh, a shy and timid village girl gets married to the cold and arrogant Abhimanyu Singh. This story is about Priti's struggles and issues after marriage. He loves and respects his motherland He loves and respects his mother He loves and respects his sisters He loves and respects women But, why his thinking is different for his wife? Will he ever change? Abhimanyu Singh is 26 years old smart and attractive soldier. He is cold and dominant man, who hates indiscipline. He wanted a submissive wife who look after his parents and house. His parents live in a village with his sisters. He has 2 sisters, Radha and Seema. Preeti is sweet, beautiful, and shy 18-year-old girl. She grew up in a village and studied till the 8th grade. Her parents are looking for a groom for her

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

(Updates: Weekly) "You sleep with me or on the streets, choice is yours." "Alright then, the streets it is." I took a step towards the door but his hands latched onto my hand and I was suddenly pulled into his arms. "You're not going to step out of this house." "I am not going to sleep with you." I gave him a shove but he didn't bulge. "I never will." "You never will?" He asked pulling me till I completely fell on him. "Think again Roe, your sister... and your uncle and aunt." All bravardo left me and dread settled in my mind. "I can make a phone call and make them pay for your decisions." He smiled as if on victory as teares brimmed my eyes. "You wouldn't." It came out as a whisper even before i could stop. His smile widened as he leaned down. "Try me." He whispered and a shudder ran down my spine. "You're a monster." The water work started even when I didn't want to cry infront of this man. "Yes, I am a monster. The kind that people warn you to stay away from but you're in my path, get used to listening than crossing me every chance you get." "Never." I stepped on his feet and pushed him away from me. **** Roe knows a lot of things. She knows she has people who love her and knows that she loves her job but saving a strange woman's life costed her happy life. Now she's trapped with a monster of a man who'll shread her life to bits. What she doesn't know is that there's a rainbow after every storm. Is there really a rainbow after the storm she's stuck in?

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" He said confidently, "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. I could feel my tears slipping silently down my cheeks, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes. And Please ignore my mistakes .

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?