First book of second generation of Mistress "Revenge will leave behind only regrets which will haunt you every moment ruining your sanity if you ever involve any innocent soul in your shitty game" his voice echoed in his mind to warn him not to follow his footsteps but he was so adamant to inflict on her the pain he had gone through when she had no clue as to what was the reason behind his thirst for revenge. "I will never submit to you, do whatever you want to make me bend when you can't do anything except forcing me physically" she resisted his every abuse and torture until he pushed her into the depths of darkness where her soul crumbled losing every hope to live but still it was not enough for him, he wanted to break her beyond the repair which he did perfectly. "Who are you??" he asked peering at her who was sitting between his spread legs with her head bowed like the obedient slut he had made her with his inhuman torture. "I am your slave, master" her voice was blank with no tinge of emotion. "Good girl" he patted her head like a dog with a wicked smirk.

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

A reckless night of passion, a stranger's cold departure... But what happens when the man who ignited your wildest desires turns out to be the one person you never expected-your professor? Caught between forbidden attraction and harsh reality, she's about to step into a world of control, secrets, and a marriage she never wanted but can't escape. His touch burns like fire, his demands shatter every boundary. In this dangerous game of power and passion, surrender isn't a choice-it's survival. Brace yourself for a dark, steamy journey where love and control collide, and nothing is as it seems. 18+ | Explicit Content | Forced Marriage | Professor-Student Romance

Emir Yurt, a 28 year-old rugged farm guy, who wanted nothing but to buy bread and butter for his family. His life turned upside down when 23 Year-old Noor Yilmaz, a spoiled heiress, arrived at her grandfather's farmhouse for the summer. It was not love at first sight but hate at first sight but as tensions simmered, unexpected desires began to ignite between them. But soon, the fairytale came crashing down, turning Emir's life into a living hell. He would never be the same boy again. His world was thrown into chaos-and the reason behind it would be Noor Yilmaz. There was another, always in the background. A girl like a sigh. Sofia Kurt, only 18, stood just beyond the frame. Too young to interfere, too quiet to count. Her love was not returned. It was not even noticed. But it was unconditional. She didn't need Emir to look at her. She didn't need him to love her back. If being in his life meant she had to bleed quietly, she would. Because while Emir played with fire, Sofia was the flame he never saw coming. This is a story of revenge, regret and unconditional love. 🔞🔞 Age-gap

18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story. Brinda hissed when Rudransh tightened his grip on her wrist. "What were you doing here?" he demanded. Fear fluttered through her. His presence, the weight of him, the scent of his cologne, always made her nervous. And the thought of being seen with him is making her more tensed, her tai would surely shove her out to the dark outhouse if she found her with him again. "I was just playing with jhumki... Major saab," she whispered with her small voice. Rudransh's gaze dropped to her trembling lips. His eyes darkened. So damn innocent. "What were you playing?" he asked, stepping closer. Brinda's heartbeat thudded at his proximity. "Look at me," he said firmly, knowing well she always listens to his strict tone. And she did. The moment her eyes met his, something electric ran through him. "Luka...chupi," she said simply. (Hide and seek.) Rudransh arched a brow, amusement ghosting his face. "I want to play too. Will you play with me?" His voice was a soft whisper, dangerous and intimate. He liked to play with words around her; he liked how she answered them without catching the actual meaning. Brinda blinked, thinking for a moment, then nodded, back and forth. He smirked, released her wrist, and stepped back. "Go. I'll find you." She darted away to hide, but he caught her again, his hand firm at her arm. She looked up at him. He looked down at her seriously this time. "Make sure I don't find you," he said with a lethal tone. "If I do... i will make you limp for a month."

Sequel of Dark Devotion. An enimies to lovers and slow burn romance. ------- "No..." Her scream tore through the silence. She rushed toward the fireplace, but Demir grabbed her roughly from behind, holding her in place. "No... leave me! Leave me, you bastard!" Angelina screamed and cried loudly, thrashing in his grip. But Demir's movements remained chillingly calm. He crumbled the last page of the file with his one hand and tossed it into the flames. Angelina screamed loudly. Those were the lab acceptance reports of the eczema cream she had created. "No! No!" Her cries broke into raw agony as she struggled, but Demir only held her tighter, as if forcing her to watch as the fire devoured everything. This was her dream. She had poured her soul into it, working day and night for this one chance. The day those reports were placed in her hands, she had seen her future clearly. She had already imagined herself as one of the most successful dermatologists in her field. She had built her whole vision around it. And now... it is gone. All gone. Reduced to nothing but ashes. Her sobs faltered. Slowly, she fell silent, her tear-stained face turning toward the fire. She stared at it blankly. "You know so many other ways to climb the ladder of success," Demir whispered at her ear. "I'm sure this little loss won't affect you much."

Everyone's story begins with love and mine begins with pain. An excruciating pain. While kids of my age study and have fun in college, I am forced to sleep with someone, that too for money. I am only twenty one year old girl whose fate gives every day a new opportunity to humiliate her. People just look at me with dirty and pitying eyes. Will happiness ever come for me? Will I also be able to live my life freely?. NO..NEVER..

Arnav ♡ Aakriti ~ Aakriti Saxena's Age 19. A delicate soul wrapped in innocence, Aakriti is a BBA first-year student with dreams bigger than the sky-but wings clipped by her circumstances. She is beautiful, soft-spoken, emotional, and painfully shy. After the tragic death of her parents, she was forced to live with her uncle and aunt, who treat her like an unpaid servant. She bears the weight of their cruelty with silent strength. Despite everything, her heart is pure, and her emotions run deep. Little does she know, her life is about to take a shocking turn when fate entangles her with the coldest man she's ever met... But will she melt his heart-or lose herself in the fire? Arnav Singhania Age 27 Tall, intense, and dangerously attractive. Arnav is the CEO of AS Industries and secretly rules the underworld with an iron fist. Cold-hearted and emotionally detached, he lives in shadows, hiding pain beneath power. When Aakriti slapped him during an unexpected encounter, she unknowingly woke the storm inside him. Driven by revenge and haunted by a forgotten past, Arnav forcefully marries her-to punish, possess, and control. But destiny has its own plans... because Aakriti reminds him of something. Of someone. And for the first time, his frozen heart begins to tremble. But is it love... or obsession? ~ But can two broken souls heal each other... or will love get lost between revenge and redemption? Will fate bring them closer-or will their pasts tear them apart forever? ~ Dive into a story of intense emotions, slow-burn romance, and dark secrets where love is not a choice... it's a war. _____________________________________________