His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

"I love you," "Sshh, you're not worthy of it anymore."

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

[ Political Heir × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Book -I Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 ---------- Love - Four letters But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right . Love never existed in Dhruvi's world . Her life was filled with -- Days of tending to wounds of the dark nights Nights of dancing to the tunes of men - drunk , barbaric , violent , unforgiving monsters . She comes from a world where money buys consent and power yields one helpless . Dhruvi Verma was 21 when she realised " Love didn't make the world go round, it was money which did " . So she did the only thing she knew to escape the dirty swamp she was pushed into -"Survive" She made 3 rules - simple but effective Rule 1 - Keep your head down and do your job . Rule 2- Get the money for your services and do not let anyone affect you . Rule 3 - Don't break rule 1&2 until-- she met Him . Adhrit Agnihotri The storm which knocked everything out of balance in Dhruvi's life . She was never supposed to meet him but looks like fate had other plans . When God wrote her love story he didn't script it as romance , rather as the thriller which would Drain her life Dim the shine in her eyes Leave her heart bleeding at his feet But never dead Just breathing Beating enough of life To be claimed by one man. ADHRIT AGNIHOTRI Dhruvi Verma never believed in love But she believed in fate . And oh what horrible fate did she possess -- For her love story was named "A fairytale turned dark " By God himself . --------- BLURB : " What did she choose " he growls heatedly , his eyes never leaving mine. " Interesting choice for someone so put together sir ....A vibrator --- " A vibrator...huh ...we are gonna have a long night Dhruvi ..a very long night" he mutters darkly as he leads me to our spot .

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

"I love my husband," she whispers. "I love him. I do." I slip my tongue into her mouth as she speaks. "That's fine, darling. He doesn't have to know... I won't tell him if you don't." * An emotionally closed off man with unhealed trauma and a woman in an unhappy marriage begin a passionate affair together. WARNING: Contains strong and graphic sexual situations.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #1 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ｡♪ He dragged her onto his lap, his grip firm, his eyes cold with something deeper than anger. She struggled, tears sliding down as she hit his chest weakly. "You always do this to me," she cried, voice cracking like a broken child's. "You don't even care... I hate you!" He didn't react-not to her words, not to her tears. Just stared, his gaze dark and possessive. Then he took her hand, guided it down. "Open the zip," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Take me inside... and complain properly, bachha." --- Tropes : ●Student × professor ●Grumpy × sunshine ●Slow burn ●Forced proximity ●18+ Copyright © 2025 Bella This book is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Written by: bella