"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Story starts with a girl jiya whom life got change when she messed with a mafia business man. He got obsessed with her in first meet. Story takes turn when he marries her forcefully.

"You are mine lil fiamma. You are mine to Fuck , mine to touch and mine to break." "Open your mouth, lil fiamma. Or I'll sit on your face and make you breathe through your nose until you pass out and wake up with my face shoved between your lips anyway" "I loved you..." I whisper with a shaky breath. "I know" he replies , handcuffing my hands to the bedpost. { Damien Morris was my first love..and also the first guy whose heart I broke.. After eight years he comes for me, hunts me down.. haunting me everywhere.. I have created a devil by breaking his heart and now the devil has captured me and there's no escaping.... } #Second chance dark romance #captive #thriller #forced proximity #knife kinks #smut #matured contents #18+

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BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

This emotional drama follows Anika, a sweet-natured woman who marries Aadheer Rajput, a cold Mumbai billionaire dangerously obsessed with her. His love is a possessive madness; he controls her every move, isolates her from the world, and even threatens their future when she becomes pregnant. The story is a intense journey through his destructive jealousy, her trapped despair, and the difficult, painful path they must walk-through therapy, family intervention, and the transformative power of becoming parents-to somehow forge his terrifying obsession into a love that can truly be called happy. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

Mihir x Shivika Where the hell are you dragging me?" I yelled at him. But there was no response from his side. He just kept dragging me with him God knows where! "Leave my Hand." No response We got into an empty room and he closed the door behind me and the next second I WAS PINNED AGAINST THE DOOR! "What is your problem!" I spoke looking in his eyes which was DARK! HIS DARK EYES TERRIFYING ME TO MY CORE. "HOW DARE YOU LET HIM KISS YOU?" He asked directly looking in my eyes. His eyes were screaming DANGER and I would be lying if I said that I was not getting affected because it was damn affecting me very much. Dive in the story to read more. _________________________________________________

Older man. Younger woman. 45 and 28. He's a billionaire, she's a nurse. He has 2 kids; son and daughter She is single and working, doesn't mind a husband. Forces are working against them, will their love prevail? (Fast paced)

He was iron and ice - A storm in uniform, Duty etched into every breath, A man sculpted by warzones and wounds no one dared to ask about. She was springtime and stardust - Soft laughter in sunlit halls, Dreams tucked between notebooks and a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges. He saw her - once. And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire, began to hum again. He fell first. Not gently, But like a building set to detonate - Loud. Final. Without warning. He didn't smile. He watched. Didn't speak. He showed up. Didn't confess. He claimed. Her presence became his peace, Her voice, his favorite sin. And she - She was afraid. Not of him, But of how her heart betrayed her each time he looked at her like she was the only truth in a world built on lies. She fell, too - Slower, But deeper. Into the silence between his words, Into the heat behind his fury, Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge. Their love? It wasn't flowers and confession's. It was clenched jaws and trembling hands, Arguments that ended in whispered apologies, And touches that spoke of longing and ruin. He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect. She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered. And when they fell - They fell like stars crashing to earth: Brilliant. Beautiful. And irreversible.