Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.

"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

THIS STORY CONTAIN EXPLICIT MATURE SCENES [18+] #1 in mature audiance The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move. "Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close. "I gave you time. Space." His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim. "Now I take what's mine." He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance. He doesn't ask. He decides. And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him. And somewhere in the future- She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final. "Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me." she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap" she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.." This is not romantic love story.. It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion... ...and escape may have never been an option. He didn't fall for her. He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mature themes explicit sexual content Marriage trope Frequent intimate scenes between married partners Strong language / profanity Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy Power dynamics within a relationship Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress

Everyone believed Viraj Singh was dead. The name that once ruled the underworld... reduced to a rumor, a memory, a ghost story whispered in fear. No one had ever seen his face but everyone knew what he was capable of. But death wasn't the end. It was his second beginning. Rescued from the edge of death by Mumbai's most powerful businessman, Abhimaan Roy, Viraj is given a chance to disappear from the world that tried to destroy him. With nothing but a broken past and a burning purpose, he takes on a new identity Aarav , a quiet boy with no memories... and no enemies.Or so they think. Inside the walls of the Roy mansion, power has its own rules. Abhimaan Roy-cold, ruthless, and feared by all, trusts no one. Shivansh Roy-sharp and observant, sees truths others miss. And Manav Roy, the youngest, welcomes Aarav with open arms unaware that the boy he calls brother is hiding a storm beneath silence. As Viraj walks the thin line between truth and deception, something unexpected begins to grow... not just trust, but belonging. For the first time in years, he isn't alone. But the past doesn't forget. Enemies are watching. Secrets are unraveling. And the man they sheltered.....might be the most dangerous of them all. When the truth finally comes out, one question will remain: 👉 Is he their protector... or their greatest threat?

Everyone in the friend group has already received their classification. Everyone... except Ivan. At seventeen, almost eighteen, he's the youngest of them all, still living at home, still pretending he doesn't care about the test that will decide his future. He's the silly, bratty one of the group. Loud when he's nervous. Energetic when he's overwhelmed. Always ready to argue, tease, or stir up chaos just to avoid talking about what's really on his mind. December is getting closer. And so is his classification. Elijah, one of the caregivers in the group, has started noticing the signs. The small things. The way Ivan gets overtired. The way his emotions slip when he's overwhelmed. The way he looks for comfort without realizing he's doing it. Elijah doesn't want to scare him. Doesn't want to push. Doesn't want to label him before the system does. So instead, he watches. He steps in when he needs to. He makes sure Ivan is safe, even when the boy insists he doesn't need it. Because sometimes the scariest part isn't the classification itself. It's what it means. And Ivan isn't ready to face that yet.

Two college students discover an abandoned infant girl wrapped in a thin blanket on street. Unsure what to do but unable to walk away, they decide to take her with them-just for one night. What begins as a moment of compassion quickly changes their lives in ways they never imagined. Between lectures, part-time jobs, and sleepless nights, they learn the weight of responsibility. The tiny stranger brings laughter, chaos, and a sense of purpose they didn't know they were missing. But questions about her past start to surface, along with the fear of losing her. As they search for answers, their bond with the little girl grows deeper.

She is shy like the moon, soft in words and pure in heart, believing every moment of life is Mahadev's leela. He is fire in human form-shameless with his love, fearless with the world, and ruled by karma instead of fate. She is ice, calm and quiet. He is fire, wild and untamed. He rules the entire mafia world, a man whose single word can shake empires... yet one small signal from her is enough to bring him to his knees in silent happiness. The world fears his anger. She fears it too. But the same man who can burn the world for her can never raise his voice at her... and cannot bear a single tear in her eyes. Possessive. Obsessed. Dangerous. His warning to the world is simple: "Touch her... and you die." Because to him, she isn't just his wife. She is his love.

This story, '[My Reason,My Piyu]', is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, individuals, or organizations is purely coincidental. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.

Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________

Amira Ahmed doesn't remember the last time she felt happy. The last time she felt love. She doesn't remember when was the last time she was ever free from her responsibilities. All she ever did was work, work, work. That's it. When she got married she didn't expect much from the marriage as well. She couldn't feel happiness in anything she did. She was a lost little girl searching for happiness. When her husband left her the very next day of marriage, she didn't complain and waited for him. Not because she loved him but because he had a life in his hands which she loved dearly. Waqar Ahmed was a man full of confidence, anger, violence and emotionless. He wasn't a man people mess with. He married not because he fallen in love, he married because he had a debt to clear. He liked his space and hated to be disturbed. He always sets his goals clear and make sure to achieve them. He was just a man who is lost. He hates people who are always sad and agitated to do something, including his wife. He hates her for her coldness. He knew what she was and what she had become. Waqar Ahmed and Amira Ahmed were not the perfect couple. There weren't married out of love but married out of compliance. She knows her role so does he. Everything was going good. But... What happens when the secrets are revealed? What happens when the secrets held deep inside the hearts are torn open? --------------------------------------------- All the characters are fictitious and are not related to any real life incidents or any person. This is a totally fictional story and is based wholely on writer's imagination. Do not copy the author's work without permission. All rights belong to the writer only. The picture used in the book belongs to the respective people. The sole purpose of using them for character visuals.