"Kneel," Abhimanyu commanded "No... please," she whispered through her sobs His eyes flashed, hardening with impatience. "I said kneel, Riddhima," he repeated, his tone even sharper. "I'm sorry, Abhimanyu, please..." she pleaded, desperation lacing every word But his expression only darkened further. "If you don't kneel by the count of three, my belt will teach you obedience until you can't take it anymore," he warned, his voice low and controlled yet filled with undeniable menace. "One... two..." he began to count, leaving no room for hesitation. Before he could reach three, she dropped to her knees, her heart pounding in terror. Satisfied, he pulled a chair and sat directly in front of her, his gaze fixed on Riddhima with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. "Tonight," he said slowly, each word deliberate and unyielding, "you're going to learn to think twice before you ever defy me again." . . . Story of two childhood friends who got separated in childhood, but in future he was not ready to let her go because she belongs to him but from a sweet boy he turned into a control freak. • LOTS OF VIOLENCE AND MANIPULATION BY ML IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE THEN DON'T READ• !! STORY OF A VILLAIN !!

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

She knew no matter where she will go he will always find her. His dark promises never left her but it was enough to fuel her desire for escape.

what will happen if an heartless mafia get married to pure angel? (𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚🫀) SIDHARTH RATHORE(or devil) (Next king of Rajasthan) -; they feared me because I feared nothing! ; They call me monster but is it really my fault that I became a monster? I don't run from my demons I learned their name! RADHIKA SHARMA (Pure angel🫀) -; Future belong to those who believe in the beauty of their dream! she can make a grown man forget how to breathe;! 🫀 SIDHARTH&RADHIKA-; IF they tried to take her from him , he'd rip the world apart from his bare hand AND for some reason, that didn't terrify him! ; SNEAK PEEK-; I will only marry her otherwise I will not marry anyone-;sidharth .. i may be heartless but you are naive-;siddharth . .... you like that huh.? .... -;sidharth you will Quiver and shake and whisper my name like a fervant prayer🍂-;sidharth

𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎. _____☣_____ She was grace - untouched and divine. He was a feral sinner - monstrous, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 and still. She was soft. Sacred. Unsinned. And he was the ruin that watched from the shadows ☣ The mere mention of being arranged to become his bride made her tremble in fear and rejection. Because everything about him- his gaze, his aura, his stillness terrifies her whole being. While him- His madness wasn't something to be tamed by her fear and rejection. _________________________________________

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

A story where revenge turns into a sinister obsession. Burhan kidnapped Alizeh to take her life to avenge on his dead father. But he couldn't succeed. Every time he attempted to kill her, her scarred breaths and whimpers drew him towards her only for him to end up marrying her but with just one purpose- ruining her completely. *** "For me, for you and for our love," He whispered, giving life to the match stick. The dim glow slightly illuminated the darkened room. The reflection of the fire visible in his green eyes. The smell of alcohol and acid was flooded in the room. She was on the floor, trying to crawl away from him. Her fearful doe eyes flickering between the match stick and his devilish eyes. "Please, no." She uttered in a barely audible voice, shaking her head in negative. She knew he was going to fire up the room. The next second, the burning match was thrown on the floor. The acid quickly picked up the fire as the rise of an inferno began. His tall entourage now completely visible as the fire continued to create light in the darkness. He took small, calculated step towards her only for her to crawl away from him in an utterly panicked state. But before she could go behind further, he reached her, squatted down to her level and threaded his finger in her locks. Jolting her head forward, he stared directly in her eyes. "Alizeh." he pushed aside a strand of hair away from her face, "I want to make love to you," He whispered with a note of finality, and placed his lips on hers as the fire continued to light up the room around them.

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?