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.

"He was a prisoner in chains. I was a bride in disguise. And together, we were the empire's newest gamble." When Y/N steps into the Jeon mansion seeking help, she doesn't realize she's walking straight into the heart of danger - a world ruled by power, bloodlines, and silent wars disguised as alliances. The Jeons promise protection, but nothing in their world is ever free. One command, one deal, and she's forced into a marriage that ties her fate to Jeon Jungkook - the most dangerous name whispered in the underworld. A man bound by handcuffs, yet powerful enough to break her in every way that matters. Between impossible choices, shifting loyalties, and Jungkook's unreadable eyes - Y/N learns that love isn't the opposite of power. Sometimes, it's the deadliest form of it. Because in the Ganglife, affection can be a weapon...and every promise demands a sacrifice. ⚠︎Mafia | Dark Romance | Power Struggle | Betrayal | BTS x Reader | Action & Desire

"Listen, I'm married". "And what about it?". He questioned, amusedly. "Have some respect for your brother Jungkook". His smirk slowly faded away. "Step-brother", he corrected. WARNING CONTAINS: MATURE THEME, sensitive topics that may trigger and coarse language.

❝The moment I put this ring on your finger, you became my property.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 2044. Korea is one country now. One government, one flag, one man. Gi Jong's regime decides what people see, what they know, and who they're allowed to be. Behind the walls, civilians go about their lives. Outside them, a war has been running for years. The one Lee Jieun's father started, and that she kept going after he died. She was captured. And Gi Jong found something better to do with her than a bullet. A marriage to General Kang Jaehan, the man who spent years hunting her, and put them both in front of cameras as proof the war is over. Her sister stays in a military cell. The terms are simple: cooperate, or the young girl pays for it. Jieun has no army. She has no Kawa. She has a husband she despises, a regime expecting an heir, and a wedding ring that is also a leash. But she is inside the walls now, close to the people running the war. And she is paying attention. ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

Based in 1950' India Torn from her family and thrown into a marriage she never chose, Shanti is scorned, abandoned, and left to suffer alone. But fate is cruel-it forces the man who once destroyed her to seek her forgiveness. Can shattered souls rewrite a bond born from betrayal? Forced into a marriage meant to cleanse his father's name, Vishwas loathed the woman he was bound to. He crushed her spirit, cast her aside-until fate shattered his world. Now, the woman he once scorned is the only one who can save him. But does he deserve redemption? ● Inter-religion marriage ● Painful ● Angst ● Second chance ● Pehle ghutne tod grovel hoga then happy ending. NOTE :- If you are not comfortable with any of this stuff, please do not proceed.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

Y/n and Jungkook thoughts.... Y/n : Why can't I stay away from you even if I want to? Jungkook : maybe my heart calls you. Y/n : But Hate is visible in these eyes of yours. Jungkook : Because love remains a pain in them. Y/n : I wish i could hate you. Jungkook : I wish I knew how to love you. This story is about 21 yrs old an innocent girl and 26 yrs old an arrogant businessman who find themselves in an arranged marriage. The businessman is known for being distant and unapproachable, while the girl is kind-hearted and full of warmth. They find themselves caught in the embrace of an arranged marriage, unsure of what lies ahead. As fate would have it, these two souls are brought together in the intricacies of an arranged marriage. Get ready to witness the unfolding of a love story that transcends barriers and teaches us the power of compassion, healing, and the beauty of second chances. Are you excited to dive into their captivating journey?