"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

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

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enoughobsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon to bind his soul in chains of and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

Societies calls woman "A Godess", yet treat her existence like a burden or achievement?? All copyrights reserved. This book is based on real-life incidents. However, names, characters and timelines have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals. Untold. Unheeded. Unwritten. Lost Somewhere in faded whispers. I want readers with mature Minds Not Age.

In the midst of cry, fire and chaos was She cradling her own husband's head in her lap screaming for help. She can feel faint breath, slowing heart beat with each passing second. Her own heart trembled anticipating the impending loss. Her hair scattered all over the face, duppata lost and her body filled with exhaustion and tiny bruises. So immersed was she in her own crumbling world that she failed to notice a pair of intense, prying eyes scanning her entire being from head to toe. In her desperation to stop the bleeding, and continuously failing at it, she suddenly looked up. Her brown orbs clashed with a pair of cold grey ones-calculating her every move. Amidst burning vehicles and the cries of now-orphaned children, he sat on the roof of a car like a god who had orchestrated a bloody play for his own amusement🔥 One hand held a rod wrapped in barbed wire, the other a half-lit cigar. If she had been in her senses, she would have noticed the predatory gleam in his eyes, the ruthlessness surpassing everything, and his unnervingly relaxed demeanor despite being surrounded by scarred and weapon-laced goons. She rose from her place, desperation driving her feet forward, and approached him. She wanted to beg for kindness, for mercy, but the tremors in her body refused to let any words escape. Finally, mustering her courage, she whispered: "𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒋𝒊𝒚𝒆... 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." (Please, help my husband. He is severely injured.) He smirked, as if he had seen something invisible to everyone else. His eyes scanned her disheveled hair, the misplaced dupatta, the missing sandal. His veiny hands moved slowly as he removed his shawl and placed it around her trembling body. Then, in a low, guttural voice, he finally spoke: "𝑱𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒓... 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝓐

Goddess Mandap In a forgotten village hidden in the forests of India, the goddess is still worshipped the old way - with blood, silence, and brides. When Priya, a fiery 22-year-old from another village, is forced into an arranged marriage, she expects the worst - but not this. Her new husband is a person, bound to an ancient temple that reeks of sacrifice and secrets. The villagers treat him like a god. He treats her like a ritual. Each night, she is told to enter the Mandapam - the shadowed stone chamber where the goddess sleeps and husbands take their wives. But the lines between faith and domination, desire and devotion, soon blur. The darker Priya's feelings grow, the closer she gets to the truth about her husband... and the reason she was brought here.