To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

India's Top #2 & #8 on Wattpad A dark, addictive forced-marriage romance that will stay with you long after the last chapter. "You should be grateful to carry my name now... Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi." Aaradiya Akkineni never imagined her life would shatter in a single night. One moment she's a girl with dreams and dignity... the next, she's dragged into a marriage signed in tears, fear, and fate. And the man waiting at the mandap? Abhijith Rana Doshi. CEO by reputation. Mafia king by reality. A man carved from stone-cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly powerful. To him, this marriage is just strategy. A power move. A cage he builds around her with his name. To her, it's a nightmare she can't escape. But when two broken worlds collide, hate has a way of cracking... Pain has a way of revealing truth... And enemies have a way of falling for the very person they swore to destroy. What begins as a toxic clash slowly turns into a burn-slow, dangerous, undeniable. Secrets. Scars. Softness he never wanted to feel. Strength she never knew she had. Can two damaged souls ruin each other... and still find love in the ashes? This isn't just a story. It's a storm. A wound. An obsession waiting to take over your heart. Scroll up and fall in.

It all started that one fateful day. He pinned me to the couch, revealing his true self. He wasn't the nerd everyone thought he was; he was the heir and the next President of his country. I should have heeded his warnings. Now, I'm held captive in an unknown land, trapped as his wife with no hope of escape. He claims he fell in love with me at first sight, but I know the truth. It's not love; it's his twisted obsession. _________________________________ "You label it obsession, I define it as love." _________________________________ ● Tropes ● Captive Romance Alpha Male Sadism/Masochism (S/M) Primal Play (Aka consensual non-consent) Redemption Arc

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲," he said softly."𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲?" Jeon Jungkook, a feared mafia heir, married the woman he once saved from human traffickers. She became his peace, his only weakness...but happiness never lasts in his world. When his father's mistress grows jealous and stabs his wife, Jungkook snaps. He doesn't look for justice...he creates it. Blood answers blood...and the man who loved quietly becomes the monster everyone warned them about. "𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗕𝗧" || JJK 18+ Instagram-[@Meeraverse_] Wattpad-[@Miinsluvyn] DO NOT COPY/REPOST MY WORK!

What will happen when one silly dare to sit on your professor's lap turned into a steamy hook-up? 𝗠𝗶𝗻 𝗬/𝗻, a final year biology student, never thought a simple dare would turn her world upside down. Sitting on her professor 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸'𝘀 lap during a trip was supposed to be a joke, a dare given by her friends, but a drunken night made everything complicated. When an unexpected pregnancy comes between them, he's ready to take responsibility, but will her brother let them? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳? "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗻" || 𝗝𝗝𝗸 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗜'𝗱 - @meeraverse_ 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 !

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝. Jeon Jungkook. The new head of the Korean mafia with schizophrenia. They say his mind is broken. The voices in his head never stop screaming. His triggers are many. Enemies who breathe too loudly. Withdrawal that makes his hands shake. Women who exist too close. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. He watches me like I am a sin he is dying to commit. Like killing me would be mercy, and keeping me alive would be temptation. But now I don't know which truth terrifies me more. That he wants to keep me or that he is fighting the voices telling him to kill me. Because the longer I stay alive the more I realize He isn't the only monster in this marriage.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༶•┈┈⛧┈♛✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* When the sweetness of love is replaced by darkness of obsession and romance where resided a small soft flower inside a demonic heart which oathed to protect the softness with all it's might even if that takes to paint the world red, love will find it's way to the forbidden heart where the silent Rhythm matches with his heart beat. An infatuation turned into an obsession where the dark secrets gets unveiled leaving the prisoners of heart at edge not knowing the beautiful future awaiting them. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*༶•┈┈⛧┈♛✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲... 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟#𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞-𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲!" ____________________________________ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐄𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞." "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞." ____________________________________ (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝟐) 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐉𝐉𝐊 • • 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝟏 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 • • 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🔞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

"𝘼 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩" . . . Note:- i don't own any pictures used in a story.

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.