She walked into that club ready to sell herself- not for pleasure, not for desire, but because desperation makes even innocence cheap. She expected darkness. She didn't expect to stare straight into the eyes of the devil who ruled it. Aryan Abdullah. A man who kills without blinking, commands without raising his voice, and destroys anything that shakes in fear before him. She shouldn't have seen the blood on his hands. She shouldn't have watched him pull the trigger. Witnesses die in Aryan's world. Always. No exceptions. But she wasn't killed. No- he chose a fate far crueler. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his chest to her trembling back, and locked her shaking fingers around the gun. "This is hell," he whispered, before forcing her hand to fire the bullet. Her innocence died with the gunshot. Her soul burned with it. Her freedom was buried beneath his claim. "She is mine." The moment she became a sinner, she became his- a possession carved in fear, a witness turned weapon, a girl the devil decided he was going to keep. She wanted to save her father. She ended up belonging to a monster. And Aryan? He doesn't want forgiveness. He doesn't want redemption. He only wants her- terrified, stained, and tied to him with blood she never meant to spill. In his world, hell isn't a punishment. It's a home- and he just dragged her inside.

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

{Caged Series} HIS LITTLE AMORE There's No Escape Little Heart She never spoke until and unless she wanted to, emotionless eyes which held numerous hurt behind them, a neutral face. ---------------------- She knew she might die the next second, she bore the pain but didn't shed any tears but chuckled sadly seeing the man who never cried in years was shredding tears for her. She is never worth it for him, a broken soul like her will only bring remorse for him not happiness, Never. "Hey! Get up you aren't leaving me, did you hear me you aren't leaving me it's an order I still have to show you my worst side and you will feel disgusted, get up". "Please" he begged -------------------------------- Join in to dive into their story. Lots of love ~ Author ----------------------------------- #12 Past Trauma #31 Emotional #4 Past Trauma {14/02/2025} #5 Past Trauma {10/06/2025} Started:- Ended:-

𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 "You're a monster," I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks, my voice echoing in the empty room. And all I received was his face, menacingly morphed into a sinister smile. It crawled up his lips like a shadow taking form, as if he finally found me catching the reality. His head tilted left ways, casting his features in something far crueler than darkness. "Yes I am." He replied. There are two types of monsters - one, that gets furious on being called one, whose words bleed in cruelty, inhumanity and sins. They'll snarl, snap at you, deny but at the end, they'd be humans in their cruelest form. But the other one - they smile on being called a monster. Their smiles are the darkest, unfurling in a slow, cruel silence. And when that smile touches their lips, know that you're never finding your way out of their world. You're already theirs. And I, I'm trapped in his world, the world I once wanted to escape but later on became my home and the only place of comfort. • "I'll break you till each piece has my name. And then, I'll make you like the way I want to see." •

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

"D-Don't please. Don't... come near me". She said with fear. Her body was shaking like a leaf. "Why should I not when I have every right to". He said darkly while looking at her. The lingering smell of blood and fear was enough to wake the devil inside him. ... Havoc can come into a peaceful life if you catch the eye of the devil. The same happened with Inez Torsney when she caught the eye of Irish Mafia lord Lorcan Gatchel. No one wants to mess with the devil and Inez had no dreams to come across a devil either. What bad can happen in the life of a nineteen-year-old Inez? Inez was living a peaceful life. A peaceful life did not remain peaceful anymore after the death of her parents and then the entry of a handsome devil into her life. Let's dive into the journey of Inez Torsney and Lorcan Gatchel to know how Inez's happiness changed into complete desolation. Inez's life is not hers anymore. It is completely controlled by Lorcan, a devil who is madly in love with her. She has to submit to the needs of her soon-to-be husband. One act of disobedience and she will fall from the thin line she is walking. She has to remain captive and endure. This is the only way that ensure the safety of her sister. ... "We all are trapped in this world. We all are in an invisible cage but only the weak get to experience it in the worst way". - Lorcan

#2 Legally InsanE ...Hope The one thing I had carried in my heart forever shattered when I met the ruin of me , The Raghuvanshi Heir . One dark night , Running from bastards to save my chastity , I ran into him. I thought I could save myself from those flesh eating dogs by begging him for help but my soul left my body when I saw them turn lifeless and Run like mad dogs on seeing who my Savior was . An air of melancholy surrounded him, he terrified me . In the second attempt to be saved , I promised myself to him . He held my face in his blood covered hands and said , "do you think there's anything that will stop me ? Reyansh Raghuvanshi is now yours and you little kitten, are MINE" ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ DO NOT COPY !!!!!

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