Bhram: Illusions of Raajneeti In the world of power, nothing is as it seems. She is a fearless journalist, unafraid to expose secrets that could topple kings. He is the Chief Minister - a man of influence, ambition, and a shadowed past that shaped him into a ruler feared by all. When their paths collide, attraction sparks between fire and danger. But in a realm where love can be a weapon, and truth is just another illusion, who will control the game... and who will be consumed by it?

[ 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

"Look at yourself," Zaid mumbled, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her attention. "You wouldn't survive an hour out there. You are a domestic thing, Shravya. You need walls, and you need a roof upon your head. You need me." "No! I hate you!" She shrieked, nails digging into his chest the same way they were tormenting the ground earlier. "You hate me, right?" He asked in a calm tone. "Yes! Yes, I hate you! Let me go!" "Fine." He let go of her chin and took a step back. His eyes gazed at all of her, in a tactile way, grazing the outline of her body beneath the sodden fabric of her dress. "If you want to go, then go naked." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that the need drives them insane - eating them up from the inside? He said he had always loved me. Madly. From the outside, he was a beautiful man. But inside, he was a monster in human skin. To keep me, he crossed every line. Sinned again and again. He chopped the wings of my freedom, and caged me in his paradise. He ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR | ▶ ◀ | MATURE CONTENT + DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯.... 𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 🔞 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖢𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 @𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌__

❝She loved him like a prayer; He left her like a passing season.❞

She was his wife on paper for three years, but his heart always belonged to his girlfriend. They were in love for 15+ years.. Childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life. But one cruel incident. Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering three heart into pieces. **** This is there story. The people who loved. And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha

#4 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Quick to assume it's all over , I wiped him off my memories . I never saw his face never knew his name but I read him through his macabre series of love letters . You would call him a stalker but that's a trivial word to describe him . He was my Shadow . A blood curdling, spine chilling and terrifying dark shadow who didn't follow me everywhere , he was with me everywhere. Took me all fortitude to break out of that prison and attain my scholarship from the country's most reputed accademy . I knew he was gone untill I stepped on his grounds. My Shadow ,my creepy stalker was none other than the only son of the Elite Accademy's owner , Rajveer Singh Rathore . "Welcome home Little Monster" ╰┈➤ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ˏˋ°•* ⁀➷ DO NOT COPY !!!!