Dvija never believed in fairy tales. After years of loneliness, debts, and loss, love was never her dream - only companionship. So when she opens her eyes in another world, inside the novel she once read, she finds herself as the second female lead: the woman the villain, Shivansh, is dangerously obsessed with. But unlike the original Dvija, she isn't afraid. She understands his twisted calm, his quiet possession, the need to control what he fears losing. Where others see madness, she sees devotion - raw, flawed, and real. This Dvija doesn't want to change him. She accepts him as he is - dark, possessive, and painfully honest in his want for her. And maybe, for the first time, she isn't surviving someone's world - she's building her own inside his obsession. In this tale of stillness and surrender, love isn't gentle. It's Captive Calm. --- Shivansh's hand tightened at the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips met - rough, claiming, deliberate. His other hand wandered along her waist, tracing her stillness as if to remind her she was his to touch. When he finally pulled away, his breath was uneven, eyes locked on her panting frame. He could hear her heart pounding - fast, restless, alive. A faint smile curved his lips. "You're trembling," he murmured, voice low. "Afraid?" Dvija met his gaze - shy but unflinching. "No," she said quietly. "Just realizing how real you are." He tilted his head, studying her. "You don't resist." "Why would I?" she asked. "You've never hidden what you are. I've seen worse things in silence than in obsession." His smile deepened - darker, softer. "You're not like her." "I know," she whispered. "And that's why you won't need to break me to keep me."

Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.

Some obsessions are sweet. Some are drenched in blood. Rhea lives in shadows, weaving fiction and reality as one. When a man is found brutally murdered inside her home, suspicion sharpens its claws. But Rhea knows how to craft a narrative - and how to make even detectives dance to it. Detective Aaran is cold, calculating, and hiding his own darkness beneath a practiced calm. He sees straight through Rhea's lies, but obsession can blur even the sharpest vision. What begins as a case turns into a game. What begins as suspicion becomes desire. Two predators. One perfect crime. And beneath it all... love, drenched in red. "A story of obsession, deception, and the perfect crime."