"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

When Lahar's best friend decides to host his bachelor party at a brothel, Lahar has no choice but to go. He's just unwillingly locked in a room with a prostitute for four hours, that's all.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌?

"Main banjaara tha aur woh meri aashiyan" (Translation: I was a wanderer, and she was my home.) He was a wanderer, lost in a world of luxury and excess, never truly belonging anywhere. On the surface, he appeared rich, powerful, reckless, and spoiled, but inside, he was hollow-unwanted, unloved, and adrift. Until fate bound him to her-a quiet, simple girl whose simplicity of her presence and her silent strength began to thaw the cold within him. She was his sanctuary, the unexpected shelter for his restless soul. Coming from a world of modesty and values, she was simply way simpler for his wanderer self. Yet, her quiet grace and unspoken depth gradually pulled him in, making him question everything he thought he knew. She became the home he never knew he was searching for. BUT What will happen when the darkness looms, threatening to break the house they have created? What will happen when the devastating secret comes? Will it break them both? Or bound them together stronger than ever. Started on: 12 October 2024 Ended on: 29 March 2025

Eklavya Rajvansh : "Sometimes, the greatest tragedy isn't the loss we suffer, but the way we lose ourselves in the aftermath." Eklavya is what remains after everything meaningful is taken without warning. The loss of his family did not teach him strength-it stripped him of it. He is not searching for redemption. Only for a moment where the silence inside him finally breaks. __________ Ruhani : "You get used to things you never thought you would. Not because they stop hurting... but because you get tired of reacting to the same pain every single day." There is something unfinished about Ruhani, as if life paused midway and never resumed. Known for her beauty and sharp presence, she exists in a world that takes more than it gives. Her eyes speak of things left unsaid, her voice hides more than it offers. Strength defines her, not softness. Whatever she has lost, she has buried deep enough to keep moving. ___________ Eklavya was raised to believe some places should never be entered, some lines never crossed. Yet grief has a way of erasing instruction. In a brothel where everything has a price, he finds the one thing he cannot afford-Ruhani, a woman who does not believe in anything that lasts. In a place where everything ends the moment it begins, they start to linger. A question forms where certainty once lived: can something real exist in a world built on pretense? Or is this-whatever this is-just another illusion they're both too tired to resist? And what draws a man to the very thing he was taught to resist? What keeps him there, long after the reason has dissolved? Dive in this heart wrenching yet heartwarming tale to know!

"There is no need to search for a bride, Dadi. We do not require one. What we need is a surrogate. To fulfill my duty, I must find a surrogate who will carry the heir." **** Mitali's brother spoke of an offer they had received from the heartless moneylender, Vijay Singh. A wealthy family was in need of a surrogate for their unmarried son and the proposal involved waiving interest and 20% of the principal if they agreed. The family was offering fifty lakhs, which left Mitali speechless. She couldn't help but feel torn between the glimpse of hope at the end of the tunnel and the gaping chasm that stood in her way. "Mitali, if we accept this offer, we'll have thirty lakhs to spare after reclaiming our home. Please consider it," pleaded her brother, avoiding meeting her gaze. Trembling uncontrollably, tears gush from her eyes with reckless abandon as the very dreams she had woven are shattered against a final twig of hope. She watches in despair as her family, the apples of her eyes, are dragged down into the dark abyss of hopelessness. **** What happens when desperation and debt force two different worlds to collide? #11 out of 2M stories in romance.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Zehra Hassan She was robbed of her ordinary life, brought into the dirt turned into a profanity introduced to the vulgarity of the red light area. She was tormented by day and tortured at night, fighting to survive in a completely different world. Daiwik Agnihotri The true hand behind every dark action of Agnivanshi. The real merciless man who can close his eyes and drive a car over a person if asked. Handsome but black heart, silent yet vicious. A man who is defination of anger. ~ When the one battling to survive has been served on a platter for a man who knows no mercy, will her bones break or soul will be united? And when you find out that this is not everything they have to offer, how willing are you to sink into the ship of grief and happiness?