I was taught from birth, through force, how to be perfect for him, how to obey everything he said, and how to be his devoted follower. I was being prepared to become his perfect wife. But when he came, he brought someone else with him, making me the happiest person, but not for long. He killed her in front of me just to show that now the place of his wife would only be mine-the place I never wanted. DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT SECTION AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Warnings but first of all I DO NOT CONTAIN RAPE IN MY STORIES.... Dark themes Obsession Forced relationships Manipulation Abuse Drama 18+ scenes But: Happy ending "The first few chapters can sometimes be brief, but not excessively so."

❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.

"You can't avoid me forever Lara" I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot" "Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho. We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that. While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster. He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move.. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy. Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of. Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'? 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞 I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a little cringey.. it's a warning guys. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Preview: 'Stand up'. Without angering him more i stood up with a hand caressing on my cheek which has his fingers impression. 'Hands down' within a second i took my hands off my face. Tears pooled my eyes but i know better not to cry. Another hard slap, i fell to the ground tears flowed down. 'stand up' and again stood to his words. He grabbed my neck and.... A/N English is not my first language so there may be many grammatical errors. This story contains violence, abuse, bully, dark romance etc. This is purely fictional. For entertainment purposes only. I don't own any pictures its only for the references and imagination purposes. ⚠️ I do not support any of these vulgar practices # 1 in abusive content out of 13.5k stories 12.06.2024