"They are men. They are like that." said her mom, trying to justify the male gender. "You are a woman, you need to be patient. Us ladies have more tolerance power than men." tried her aunt. "No man or husband will accept a girl like her," Her husband argued. ........ Set in a rural village and city of Karnataka, this story dwells on the life of a girl going through an arranged marriage and the life after. Exploring the life of an Indian woman, her dreams, her family, her struggles, in society. This story will shed light on different topics in Indian society, which people still believe in and oppress women over it even after so many years. "Subki kahani, ek ki zubani "

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

# "I am not dumb... I just want someone to care for me too. I want love. I want affection." *"Do you know why I call you Little Love?"* he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. She shyly shook her head. A smile curved across his lips. *"Because..."* ... *"Y-you made me paint your portrait... with my cousin's blood... M-Mr. Archer?"* Her trembling voice barely escaped her lips. Fear filled her eyes. He only smiled. *"Come on, Little Love."* *"He tried to touch you."* *"He tried to take you away."* *"When you're my wife."* *"In my kingdom."* ♡⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎸🍒🚬୧˚ She wished for love. He offered obsession. She believed kindness could save everyone. He believed blood could solve everything. One innocent girl. One ruthless king. One castle where love is nothing more than another form of imprisonment. **King of Britain × An Indian Girl** **1990s** 🇬🇧 × 🇮🇳 ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Psychological Thriller ♡ Royalty ♡ Obsession ♡ Possessive Male Lead ♡ Slow Burn ♡ 3 Side Couples (2 Straight • 1 BL) The first part of the story revolves around obsession, lust, manipulation, violence, and control. **No happy ending... yet.** ⚠🩸🚬 **18+ | Violence | Gore | Crime | Psychological Abuse | Toxic Relationships | Strong Language | Self-Harm References | Animal Abuse | Disturbing Themes** **DISCLAIMER:** This story is purely fictional. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are **18+**. It does **not** promote or glorify abuse, violence, crime, or any harmful behavior. Please read with an open mind and remember that fiction is not reality. Welcome to the kingdom. Once the gates close... There is no escape. 💋🖋️🍒🕶️🐺 Enjoy reading, babeee. 🤍 And yes... I'm a slow writer. 😔✋ Please don't kidnap me if the updates take time. I'm trying. 😭 Go touch some grass, drink water, flirt with nobody, then come back when I update. 😋🎀 Love youuu, my pookies. 🫶

"Vikram..." she rasped, her voice a broken, wet whisper. "Please... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't fight you anymore. Just... let me go. Please." Vikram stopped. He tilted his head, a faint, unsettling smirk touching his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of heavy-duty medical nylon restraint strips. "Let you go?" Vikram asked softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Haven't you heard what Dr. Sharma said, jaan? You are suffering from severe manic psychosis. You hurt yourself. You need complete, uninterrupted bed rest." Panic surged through Meera's veins, fighting against the drugs. She tried to pull her hand back, but Vikram's grip caught her wrist with bone-crushing force. He tied her wrist and ankles to bedpost. "No-stop, please-!" she choked out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. "There," Vikram murmured, smoothing down the blanket over her chest with horrifying gentleness. "Now you won't fall out of bed during your delusions."

"He never intended to love her, but she became the poison he couldn't resist, the addiction he couldn't shake." -- "P-please d-don't l-leave me a-alone" she said with a terrified voice and he just stared at her coldly making her gulp down . "Am I your baby-sitter , TELL ME!" he shout for which she flinched badly . But soon, he regreted his action seeing her eyes glittering with tears. -- ▽Content warning ▽ • Mature language and theme. • mention of smoking • dark Romance • Do not read if underage - remember It's my original work, do not PLAGIARISE. ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ @Lɪʟ_ʏ001 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 written 𝙗𝙮 : @𝐓𝐡𝐯𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳_𝟕

"Why are you running?" he asked, his voice smooth as oil. "There is nowhere left for you to go. You are mine, even in your fear." Y/N pressed her back against the cool stone, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard it felt like it would shatter her chest. She looked at him really looked at him and saw the blood dripping from his knuckles, the dark stains on his chest, and the vacant, beautiful madness in his eyes. "Don't come any closer," she shrieked, her voice shaky and raw. She looked down at the pool, the water dark and still, then back at him. "You're a monster! You killed them! You... you tainted me!" Taehyung stopped just a few feet away. The light hit his face, revealing a faint, cruel smirk that didn't reach his dead, cold eyes. He wiped a smudge of blood from his cheek with a slow, deliberate motion. "I didn't taint you," he corrected her, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I marked you. Everyone who looks at you now will see my handiwork. They will see that you are owned by the devil."

""You want to run away, kitten?" he asked, his voice frighteningly calm. "Tell me... you wanted to get away from me?" "N-no... p-please. I-I'm sorry." She clasped her trembling hands together. His eyes were filled with a rage that made her blood run cold. She curled into herself, burying her face between her knees, desperately trying to make herself smaller. He caught her by the ankle and dragged her toward him. She screamed. Her eyes widened when she saw the glowing iron rod in his hand. Every breath caught in her throat as terror consumed her. "I-I'll never do it again! Please... leave me! Please forgive me this once!" He slowly raised the rod. Her scream tore through the room. And then- silence. He lowered it without a word, his expression unreadable. "Remember this fear, kitten," he whispered coldly. "The next time you think about running from me... remember exactly why you should never try."

She married him knowing she would never be his first choice. Aarav Malhotra never hide the truth- their marriage was convenient, not meaningful. She was suitable. Replaceable. Easy to ignore. So Kavya Rao never asked for love. Never crossed the line. Never expected him to look her way. Until one day... she stopped. She stopped waiting. Stopped caring. Stopped loving him. And that was the moment Aarav realized-he had just lost the only woman who had ever truly been his. Now she's walking away... and for the first time, he doesn't know how to make her stay.

✨ Introduction ✨ Y/n was an Indian girl - sweet, shy, and innocent. Her skin glowed like moonlight, her heart as gentle as her smile. Though she was adopted by a Korean couple at a very young age, she was never treated as anything less than their own blood. Kim Taehyung. He was the kind of man people whispered about - breathtakingly handsome, impossibly rich, and dangerously charming. A man who believed in pleasure but not love. Nights with different women, a reputation as a ruthless playboy - that was all he knew. But what would happen when the innocent Y/n stepped into his world? And what would happen when Taehyung, who didn't believe in love, finally met a girl who could destroy all his beliefs with just her innocence?

All stories don't start with happiness and love, some start with pain and tears. Being caged by a rich powerful man wasn't on Ahana Choudhary's list when she went to his house to get something back. She just wanted to dance and have a good life with a small family but there was nothing good about Hamza Saeed. How will their story end with all the riots and partition of India getting closer? *This is a short but full book.* *English isn't my first language.* *This book has many scenes which may or may not trigger you.*