In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) Book 1 in Crimson Crown series In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏" 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑?" She thought she had her life figured out. A quiet job in a quiet town, a routine that never hurt, and a heart too careful to fall for anyone too fast. But then he walked in. The new hire. Mysterious. Impossibly attractive. He had the smile of a gentleman and the presence of a man who'd burn the world to keep your attention. He said all the right things. Held doors. Knew how to make her laugh. And when he looked at her-it felt like she was the only girl in the universe. But love, she learns, can be blinding. And not all monsters hide in shadows. Some wear suits. Some call you "baby." Some hold you like you're a prayer-then break you like a curse. Because he has secrets. Dark ones. Dangerous ones. The kind of truths that can't be buried without blood. So now the real question is... Will she uncover who he truly is-before it's too late? Can love survive when it's soaked in lies and obsession? And when she finally sees the monster behind the man... Will she run? Or will she stay?

Sara Kapoor never believed her life would turn into a cage of chandeliers and chains. A doctor who once saved lives with steady hands, she now finds herself trapped in the mansion of the very man whose heart she once broke. Rishabh Singh-once a boy who loved her with innocence, now a ruthless man who sees love as possession. His haveli is both his empire and her prison, where every corridor whispers secrets, and every shadow feels alive. As Sara fights for freedom, her family becomes both her strength and her greatest vulnerability. Anaya's innocence, her parents' sacrifices, and her own haunting past are the weapons Rishabh uses to keep her bound. But even in the darkness, Sara clings to the last fragile spark of resistance-her will to protect the ones she loves, and the hope of breaking free. In a world where love is a cage and power is a weapon, can Sara escape the man who has made her both his wound and his cure? A haunting tale of obsession, family, resilience, and the thin line between love and control.

⭐ FEATURED ON OFFICIAL WATTPAD PROFILES ⭐ It is said, "Everything is fair in love and war", but falling in love amidst animosity is exotic, painful but indeed selfless. ❤❤❤ Love is an emotion just like hate. This is a journey of turmoil between love and hate, a turmoil between ethics and responsibilities! Aparajita Singh Rathore, the Queen of Vijaygarh falls in love with Veerbhadra Singh Rajput, the Prince of Shivgarh but little did she know that he is playing with her emotions, her innocence and her soul. This is the journey of true love, betrayal and redemption! ❤❤❤ Anyone can fall in love with a perfect individual indeed. However, true love is not about loving the perfections, it is about accepting the imperfections and realizing the worth of innocence. Betrayal is never acceptable unless and until redemption is achieved! ❤❤❤ Let us begin the journey of Aparajita and Veerbhadra to find out how would the virtuous queen react to the betrayal. Let us see if Veerbhadra will realize his mistake and tread upon the path of redemption. Both the kingdoms have animosity towards each other since ages. Let's see what will happen to the future of these kingdoms! ❤❤❤ ⭐Featured in the reading list, 'KINGS, COURTSHIPS AND EMPIRES', of the Official @HistoricalFiction profile of Wattpad on 9th March, 2021⭐ ⭐Featured in the reading list, 'ANCIENT LOVE', of the Official @WattpadHistoricalRomance profile on 25th March, 2021⭐ Love you all 💜 Disclaimer: All the pictures used in the story belong to rightful owners and I have taken them from Google or Pinterest.

Dark. Twisted. Obsessive.(Too Dark) Arina was meant to disappear after the night at the pub. Instead, she became the possession of a man the world has never seen-Raian Vyner. Cold. Wealthy. Deadly. And now, hers. Trapped in his mansion, bound by silent threats and suffocating control, Arina must survive a love that feels more like captivity. "You don't escape a Vyner. You surrender." - Raian In a world where love is a weapon and obedience is survival, how long can a heart endure when it beats beneath his shadow? ⚠️ Reader Disclaimer: This story contains mature, dark themes including psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, emotional control, and morally grey characters. It is intended for a mature audience who enjoys intense, twisted romance. Read with caution. ----------- 🏆2 in #forcerelationship 🏆 1 in #cage 🏆 4 in #crime 🏆1 in #maturethemes 🏆 1 in #manipulation 🏆 3 in #dark 🏆 1 in #shadowlove 🏆2 in #possessive 🏆1 in #obssesse 🏆2 in # manipulation 🏆 1 in # billionaireromance

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

River-rose thinks what her and her high school sweetheart has is love, but when she's told she needs to marry a complete stranger all of that changes. Hayze is only 24 and owns his own thriving architectural business. After a business problem, his father puts together a deal to earn back what the law firm had lost him. He's offered the chance to marry a young, beautiful girl who he had seen once before and he already knew he would adore. He wanted to know what being loved by her would feel like, so he accepted. When he finds out that River already has a boyfriend, the guilt eats away at him. Little did he know, that by marrying her, he was saving her and in return getting a little bit of love back. Along the way River is shown what real love is and she can't help but fall in love all over again. Started: May 5th, 2018 Finished: December 8th, 2018 Fully published: May 13th, 2019

In the attic of Jade's childhood was an old trunk, locked. And even though she couldn't pry it open, nor did she have the key, the muffled sobs coming from inside told her more than she wanted to remember. ☆ Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019 ☆ 🌼 🌼 🌼 ⚠️ Trigger Warning! ⚠️ This is not some fairytale about falling in love and living happily ever after. This story is a reflection of reality, it's about real characters facing real hardships and struggles in life. RATED M (Please read the tags for more info about the story. No cliches, I promise.) 🌼 🌼 🌼 Book published November 2017. Book cover created with Canva. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used in this story. Please note that all images and copyrights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. © All rights reserved All written works on this account are copyrighted by OopsyDaisy. Please refrain from duplicating or reproducing these books in any way, shape or form without the author's consent. Thank you.