"I'm not the villain. I'm not the heroine either. And at this point- I'm starting to think that might be a problem." Hi. I'm Amanda. Or... I was. Now I'm stuck in someone else's body-Cassiane's-and apparently, she had a lot going on. I thought transmigrating would mean a fresh start. Maybe some plot armor. Maybe even a dramatic glow-up. Instead, I got chaos. And whatever this story is... it's definitely not going the way it's supposed to.

WARNING __________ This story is dark. It will contain dark subjects, some of which may be triggering to certain readers. Subjects that may be featured are self-harm, violence and abuse and rape. It may also mention or reference sexual themes and isn't limited to other dark topics. THIS BOOK IS NOT SMUT! There is also swearing and bad language. I AM NOT GLORIFYING THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! See introduction chapter for more information. DESCRIPTION ______________ Briar's family was taken and locked away as hostages in the dungeons of the Emberson family. It was there she stayed, imprisoned, until she was forced into a marriage that she had no say in. Now Briar can only wish that she was back in her dark, lonely cell because she did not realize that things would get worse for her. So much worse.

Prologue: The Price of Stardom The water was always too cold, and Ahaan's patience was always too thin. "Again," Ahaan said, his voice dropping into that familiar, terrifyingly gentle register that never once matched the violence of his actions. "I'm tired," Aradhya begged, her voice raw, trembling against the sterile, soundproofed walls of the recording studio. "Sing, Aradhya. I don't have the whole day," he replied smoothly. She cried, a silent, helpless slipping of tears that she had learned never to wipe away. It only prolonged the waiting. He didn't hesitate. He slapped her-precise, heavy, designed to shock the system rather than bruise the face that the world would soon worship. "I. Am. Not. Paying. For. Tantrums," he said coldly. With practiced indifference, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and dunked her face straight down into the ice-filled bucket of water kept beside the console. The shock tore the breath from her lungs. When he pulled her back up, gasping and shivering, he offered no towel, only a command. "Sing." She took a ragged, desperate breath, swallowed the panic clawing at her throat, and sang. Her pitch was flawless. Her tone was haunting. And that was how Aradhya Kashyap recorded her first song.

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

"Strip." The single word drops from his lips, freezing the blood in my veins. My breath hitches as I look at the man sitting on the edge of the massive royal bed, his dark eyes watching me like a starving predator. "Are you deaf, little bird?" His deep voice rumbles through the silent room, sending a heavy, unexpected throb straight to my core. "I said strip. Let me see if your body is as brave as your mouth." I swallow hard, my fingers trembling on the heavy fabric of my lehenga. I have been fighting him all night, throwing out dirty comebacks like I know exactly what I am doing. But now, under his burning gaze, the terrifying truth hits me. I am completely out of my depth. Laal Ishq ❤️‍🔥 Abhimanyu Singh Rathore bows to no one. At thirty two, he is the ruthless King of Rajasthan. He demands absolute obedience and destroys anyone who stands in his way. Until his dark gaze drops onto a twenty year old law student. Shivika Agnihotri is pure and completely untouched. But when her parents fall into an inescapable debt, Abhimanyu does not want their money. He demands her in exchange. He buys her to be his bride, expecting a terrified girl who will quietly submit to his every royal command. He is completely wrong. Shivika might look innocent, but she is bold, sharp, and fiercely independent. She talks back, mocks his threats, and refuses to kneel. But the arrogant King loves a good challenge. In a deadly game of power, dark obsession, and raw temptation, the King of Rajasthan is about to claim his defiant new queen.

She is a small-town girl with stars in her eyes and dreams too big for the world she had grown up in. She wants to see the world, live freely, and write her own destiny. She is innocent and naive, but stronger than the suffering that tries to break her. One day, she will walk away from the life destiny has forced upon her and live on her own terms. And on that day, she will no longer be his surrogate...she will be just herself, a girl who never stopped chasing the stars.

Zakhm - e - isqh

Leaning over her, he traced his large, calloused hand across the pale line of her jaw, his touch burning hot against her cold, trembling skin. "We met after years... he is just a friend-" Before she could finish, his hand slid down the length of her leg and firmly caught her ankle. A violent shiver ran through her entire body at the sudden, absolute hold. "Ra-Rana Sa, humari baat suniye," she pleaded, her voice breaking into a ragged whisper (Listen to me.) "Hum... sun hi to rahe hain," he rumbled against her skin. (I am listening.) Moving with a slow, territorial intensity, he bent down and pressed his lips directly to the arch of her foot. Janaki shuddered violently, her toes curling automatically against the dark bedspread. She was paralyzed by the sheer, overwhelming weight of his presence; she didn't push him away. _____ In the heart of the Sekhawat haveli, power is the only currency that matters. And Rana Sa is the man who holds it all. ​Janaki Vardhan is the perfect wife: quiet, elegant, and seemingly demure. But beneath the silk and the silence lies a woman walking a razor's edge. Her marriage was a cold, calculated deal-a merger of two powerful families-but she soon finds that the real danger isn't the political alliance. It's the man who shares her bed. Her husband looks through her, treats her like air in the room. He doesn't touch her, doesn't glance at her, doesn't share worda with her. But is it all? Could the things that are visble on surface level be the only truth? Or there is more? she realizes that the only thing more dangerous than his coldness... might be his devotion. _______ >Age gap >Height difference >Desi >morally grey mc >slowburn

#BOOK 1 OF PATIL SERISE This is a story of Pihu , a simple and innocent girl who was about to get married to a handicapped man but the tables turn when she saw Abhimaan Rao Patil ( richest landlord of the village) present in front of her as her groom. What will happen next ? Will their relationship work? What comes next for them? To know more, dive into the story. Story starts on 1 may. update randomly. (Warning: The story contains some distributing things and kinky too. Read at your own risk.)