Wren wakes without a name, without a past, without any memory of the life stolen from her. Ambrose is there - beautiful, patient, waiting. He tells her she is his fiancée. He tells her he loves her. He tells her she is safe. In his secluded estate, he feeds her, bathes her, and lets her carry his children. Her days are measured by his approval, her nights blurred by the sweet wine he offers. But somewhere beneath the haze, a voice keeps whispering-a name she cannot remember, a life she cannot reach, and a truth that would destroy everything he has built. - "You're mine," he said, and his voice was soft, was certain. "You understand that, don't you, Wren? You're mine. Now and always." 🥀A Dark Gothic Erotic Romance ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This work contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, toxic/possessive dynamics, and other dark subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ ONLY 🔞

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

He sat on the floor, shaking-eyes swollen, fists clenched. Ansh's sobs echoed off the marble walls, soft at first, then cracking like thunder. "Why did I think this was love?" he whispered. "Why did I believe in you?" Beyond the half-closed door, a man stood still. Listening. But not moving. Not even an inch. The sound of heartbreak didn't move him-he had trained himself too well. "This marriage is duty," he whispered to himself. "Nothing more." And so, he walked away. Leaving the boy alone-protected, married... But unloved.

This is not a love story. It's a warning. When you leave a monster starving, don't be surprised when he hunts you down to feed. .................. She ran from him once-barefoot, bleeding, and too young to understand what she meant to a boy like Ayan Khan. But Ayan never forgot. Years passed. Power built. Rage festered. Love turned into obsession. And when fate brought Ishi back into his world-bloody, broken, and seconds from death-he didn't hesitate. He saved her life. Then caged her in his. ⚠️⚠️☠️ This story contains violent death and unsettling darkness. Unlimited darkness, It is not safe, not soft, and not kind. If you're sensitive, emotional, or faint-hearted-stop here. This isn't a story you read. It's a story you survive. What the world sees is a ruthless billionaire, feared and worshipped in equal measure. What she sees is the same boy she abandoned-now a man who doesn't just want her back... he wants revenge. Punishment. Obedience. Belonging. Every scar on her skin, every kiss on her lips-it's all him. To Ayan, Ishi was never a girl who left. She was always the girl who would come back. Because she was his. Then. Now. Always. And this time, she doesn't get to run.

With my low and furious tone i tried to say something till then , this spoiled man utter something which again boiled my blood on 100°celsius.. "Relax Maa, ye princess aadhi raat ko lapata ho gyi thi" then with his cunning smile looking into my eyes he continued his words, "but you don't worry, she is very smart, will herself find her way" And i was with my widely open eyes furiously looking at him His mom in polite tone with him again, "Ekansh?, beta she is 9 years younger than you, be friendly with her, she is such a sweet girl" her spoiled son cunningly looking into my furious eyes "Ohh yes Maa, i already tasted, she is very sweet, infact The sweetest" my eyes completely widened at this.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

18th century ke ek kathor gaon mein, jahan **hukum hi kanoon** hai aur khamoshi hi zinda rehne ka tareeqa - wahin se shuru hoti hai yeh kahani. **Aakarsh Chaudhary**, gaon ka sarpanch, taqat, zameen aur logon par apna adhikaar rakhta hai. Uske liye rishte jazbaat se nahi, **control** se bante hain. Darr uska hathiyaar hai, aur ghuroor uski pehchaan. Dusri taraf hai **Astha**, padosi gaon ki ek seedhi-saadi, komal si ladki - jo samajhti hai ki samarpan se har rishta bachaya ja sakta hai. Ek siyaasati faisla un dono ko baandh deta hai ek aise bandhan mein, jahan pyaar se pehle **hukm**, aur khwahish se pehle **ijazat** aati hai. Astha us haveli mein kadam rakhti hai jahan auratein bolti nahi, sirf sehati hain. Aur Aakarsh... woh aadmi jo jhukna nahi jaanta, par jiska adhikaar dheere-dheere junoon banne lagta hai. Yeh kahani hai **power aur vulnerability** ki, **darr aur attraction** ke beech pighalte faaslon ki, aur ek aise rishtay ki jahan sawaal yeh nahi - *pyaar hoga ya nahi*, balki yeh hai - *pyaar bach payega ya nahi*. jahan khamoshi bhi bolti hai, aur har hukm ke peeche chhupa hota hai ek khatarnaak jazba.

(#1 POSSESSION SERIES ) "I wasn't asking to be worshipped. I just wanted to be loved... not owned." - Sarah Rizvi "I don't love you, Sarah. Love is too fragile. I own you-and I always will." - Rayyansh Singh Rathore Sarah Rizvi was like a butterfly-soft, delicate, full of silent love. And Rayyansh Singh Rathore? He was the cage. She loved him since childhood. Quietly. Purely. But he never gave her love. Only took her time, her body, her presence-while coldly claiming he felt nothing. Yet when she finally gathers the courage to leave, she discovers the truth: Rayyansh may never say he loves her... But he's obsessed. Addicted. And he'll burn the world before letting his butterfly fly free. Because she was never his to love. She was always his to possess. Dive into TOXIC POSSESSION-a haunting descent into a love that never healed, only claimed, consumed, and caged. Because some men don't fall in love. They conquer it.

𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 [𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱] 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩à𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦l𝘴𝘶i𝘰𝘯. "Aditya, you were right. She's very innocent and naive," he said. Ruhi, upon hearing this, was taken aback. She continued to listen as Atharva said, "So what if I doesn't love her? It's her duty to please her husband." Ruhi's eyes filled with tears as she heard him mention that he had revealed the truth to her before Vikram did. Unable to bear the hurt, she disconnected the call. Atharva turned and saw her standing there with tears streaming down her face. "Was all of this a joke to you?" Ruhi asked, her voice trembling. Atharva approached her, holding her chin gently but firmly. "Why are you crying? Didn't you enjoy last night?" *** 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 29 years old, workaholic crowned prince with anger issues. Cold, arrogant, and ruthless, he is determined to protect his family but struggles to show his love. His grandpa has chosen his bride, and he accepts without complaint. Will he ever learn to love her? 𝙍𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 : ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 25 years old, a kind and gentle girl from Delhi who adores K-dramas. Engaged in a long-distance relationship with her college boyfriend, she is surprised when her grandpa arranges her marriage to Atharav. How will she handle this unexpected turn?

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.