Shaurvik Mukherjee ruined Dhrishka's life with a lie-promising marriage only to reveal it was all revenge for sins she never committed. Now she lives in his mansion, hidden and punished for a crime she never committed. He seeks vengeance. She seeks love. But the real question haunts them both: Can he ever forgive her for the betrayal she never did? And can she ever forgive him for the cruelty he chose?

"Kabir killed his brother." Her voice hoarse as she tried to utter in between her cries . "Whose brother, Mom." I asked in a panicked tone . My voice trembled as tears stung my eyes. "Ranvijay Singh Rathore." I froze at my place at the name I heard. ------ And that's where it all began.

"I'm not a saint to worship your soul, I'm a sinner to devour your body" _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

Eman Chaudary- A naive 18 year-old high school student. 
Arzal Malik- A 26-year-old accomplished business tycoon and a perilous Mafia Don. ...

"I will tell my api and bhai about you! Leave me!" Emaan, with her feet and hands tied, tried to get down from the bed.


"Oh really?" He squeezed her boobs lightly through her shirt.


"Yes. Then they're gonna punish you. Get away from me!"


"But they will punish you, baby."


"Mujhe kyun?" (Why would they punish me?)


"Kyun ke tum mere bistar pe ho, baby. Nobody will believe you. In fact, they will also not let you go to school anymore. Aur princess ko toh school jana bohat pasand haina?" (Because you're in my bed, baby. And princess really likes going to school, right?)


Emaan nodded while sobbing.


"Then just obey me. And I'll make you feel so good."


He took her lips into a kiss while his hand proceeded to make its way through her covered cunt.

(Under slow updates) Running in the deep green jungles of an unknown forest , my feet were stained with blood and bruises I never wanted to marry him never in my life I was stuck stuck with a devil and I had to make a run for my life I kept looking back to make sure if no signs of Massacre and danger aka my new husband behind me only when I thought I was safe and done my eyes darted forward to a tree right infront of me I felt numb and drained of blood on what I witnessed legs right infront of my face while my lungs hitched and eyes went wide and heartbeat quickened to an unknowinglu terrifying beat moving a bit back what I noticed was the nightmare of my lifetime A JUNGLE FILLED WITH HANGING DEAD BODIES FROM TREES

18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .

Atharv Singh Sidawat - a monster in the world, feared by all, ruthless, cold... the head of the most dangerous syndicate. Yet, in front of his wife, even his darkest demons soften, his walls crumble, and the man behind the storm quietly breathes. There's one girl, though - the one he's been chasing with his heart since childhood, the one he cannot live without. Deny her, and he spirals into chaos. Miss her, and the world suffers the consequences of his obsession. Kashvi Singh Raivat - sweet, innocent, clumsy, and kind-hearted - lives in her own little world, unaware of the storm that a single childhood prank once set into motion. Unaware of the monster waiting for her, unaware that destiny has already carved a path she cannot escape. When past and present collide, when love and obsession blur, only one thing is certain: in this world, no one escapes Atharv Singh Sidawat... and no one escapes destiny. Rest to be continued...

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

BOOK 3 of the THAKUR SERIES She was never meant to be born. Cursed, unwanted-even by her father-her existence was questioned before she could even breathe. A mother fought for her life, only to abandon her the very next day. Raised in a world that rejected her, Durga grew up in the shadows of cruelty and prejudice. But destiny had other plans. From the lanes of a conservative village to the fierce ghats of Banaras, she carved her own name-turning fear into her identity, and rebellion into her strength. Durga believes in writing her own fate. She bows to no one, fights every injustice, and refuses to be chained by the past. Until her path collides with Shivendra Chaudhary-the unbending Sarpanch of Banaras. A man of iron words and iron will. He despises everything she stands for. She challenges his authority. He challenges her very existence. the walls she built-will Durga's fire survive Shivendra's storm? Or will destiny write a different story this time? Step into the world of power, pain, and defiance Dive into the untold story of Durga-the daughter no one wanted, yet the woman no one can ignore.

SEASON 2 of THAKUR SERIES Ganga - a child widow - was torn away from the only warmth she had ever known: her Amma. The woman who defied the cruel Sati Pratha to give her a life, to give her love. But fate is rarely kind to girls like Ganga. Happiness was a luxury she wasn't allowed for long. Branded with the word 'WIDOW', she was cast into a world where she was not allowed to laugh, dream, or even exist freely. Yet, in the midst of her darkness, she clings to a memory - A promise made by a little boy, twenty years ago: "I'll come back to save you, Ganga..." Two decades have passed. But there's been no sign of him. No savior. Only silence. Until now... Thakur Dhananjay Singh - a fierce, principled lawyer known for fighting injustice, especially against women who've been silenced. A man who now despises the very name of his father... but why? What broke him? What is his connection to Ganga? Does he remember the girl with eyes full of hope? Will he go back and keep the promise he once made? And will his stone heart ever bloom under the weight of love, pain, and redemption? Dive into the journey of Ganga and Dhananjay... Where buried memories resurface, wounds seek healing, and love dares to bloom like it was meant to... A story where a son fights with his father, for his Mother... HIS THAKURAIN...