Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

"I only wanted to watch the story unfold... not become part of it." One morning, I awoke not as myself, but as a minor side character in my favorite novel-the quiet daughter of a Count destined to fade into the background. My plan was simple: stay out of trouble and enjoy the view as the heroine and her destined lover blossomed before my eyes. But fate had other ideas. The cold, dangerous Crown Prince-the very villain fated to bring chaos-set his sights on me. Now, instead of peacefully watching the love story I once adored, I find myself trapped in a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and a future that was never written in the book.