What happens when two people realize the truth about their feelings only after the damage has already been done? Well... let's see if love finds its way to them before it's too late. 🤍 #1 in loneliness #1 in scar

His grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. She was shaking terribly, terrified of the intensity in his eyes. The suffocating closeness between them made her feel as though she might collapse at any moment. She could feel his monstrous huge length on her gut, his cold cigarette breath on her face. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, sharp whisper that brooked no argument. When she hesitated, frozen by fear, he leaned in closer, his presence entirely overwhelming her. "So you want me to grab your hairs and drag you to our room and make you bounce....." before he finishes his words she instantly opened her eyes and started looking into his eyes. She can't go back to his room, not after what he had done with her not after all the humiliation he made her go through in that room. She was holding her breath making her neck curves look visible that all he wants is to suck her until he mark her entire body but he controlled his inner beast who was dying to taste her. "Your brother is on the way," he warned, his voice cutting through the silence like ice. "And I don't want him knowing a single thing about what is happening between us."She remained completely still, her breath catching in her throat, her wide eyes locked onto his. Before she could process the threat, the distant sound of a car pulling into the driveway echoed through the house.

Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to my first desi story. I hope you will enjoy reading it❣️ Happy reading✨️

An arranged marriage. A powerful name. And a choice that was never meant to become love. When Aishwarya Madhav marries Liam Moretti, it is not born of romance, but of obligation, two lives bound by family decisions, cultural distance, and a world ruled by power. He is an Italian heir shaped by legacy and enemies. She is an Indian woman grounded in quiet strength, kindness, and conviction. Anya Singh, meanwhile, remained woven into a part of Liam's life that still breathed, vibrant, expressive, and alive with emotion. Loving him openly, loudly, without knowing how love could demand more than the heart was prepared to give. As past, present and future collide, What Remains unfolds not just as a love triangle, but a journey of human choice; of loyalty that is earned, of love that transforms, of family that is built through patience rather than blood. This is a story about an arranged marriage that began without love. About power, danger, and the cost of decisions made in the name of protection. Above all, it is a story that asks one question: When everything else is stripped away, what remains?

"Your father's debt is settled, Clara. But I am going to make sure every single day you spend under my roof is a living hell." Sold. That was what Clara Vance was. Sold to Arthur Sterling-a powerful, ruthless man who blamed her family for his past ruin. He married her to break her, vowing to extract his thirty-million-dollar revenge in psychological cruelty. Clara braced herself for the cage. She expected the coldness, the isolation, and the dark night he crossed a line that could never be undone. What she didn't expect was the devastating tragedy that followed, costing them a secret they never knew they shared. When a broken Clara walks away to start a new life, the monster realizes he has lost his soul. But how do you save a marriage built on a sin? You get on your knees. And you beg. ✨ Heavy angst, intense groveling, a dominant hero brought to his knees, and a happily ever after with twins.

"I want a divorce." For Anaya, those words were meant to be her declaration of freedom. For three years, she has been nothing but a responsibility to her husband, a final promise made to her brother. But the man who claimed her out of duty has no intention of letting her go. Knowing he will never release her legally, Anaya takes matters into her own hands and disappears, leaving behind the marriage that was always a cage. She builds a new life, a fragile existence where she can finally be herself. But the past is not done with her. Years later, their paths cross, and the battle begins again. He doesn't look at her with longing, but with the same cold, possessive gaze that says she is still his. The man who once claimed his unwanted bride out of obligation now seeks to reclaim her out of sheer will. The fight is no longer about a legal document, but about her very identity. Can she outrun the past that refuses to die, or is she destined to be forever bound to the man who would never let her go? Anaya Singhania X Arhan Malhotra Tropes Marriage of Convenience Brother's Bestfriend / Bestfriend's Sister Second Chance Time Jump Possesive Protagonist

"Main bol nahi paati... iska matlab ye nahi ki mujhe dard nahi hota. Aapke har thappad ki jalan mujhe bhi mehsoos hoti hai. Ye koi fairytale love story nahi hai. Ye us ladki ki kahani hai jo bol nahi paati thi... par andar hi andar har roz cheekhti thi. Read at your own risk. This story contains dark and disturbing themes including toxic marriage, emotional abuse, domestic violence, coercive intimacy, trauma, pregnancy-related distress, and psychological manipulation. Ye koi soft romance nahi hai. Isme pyaar se zyada pain hai. Khamoshi se zyada andar ki cheekhein hain. Agar aap heavy emotional stories se trigger hote hain, toh please apni comfort ka dhyan rakhein.

On her wedding day, Avantika Kumari was meant to begin a new life... Instead, she became someone's revenge. Vikram Khanna-Mumbai's most feared man-arrived to destroy her family. But one look at her... and his plan changed. He didn't take a life that day- he took her. Torn from her world and thrown into his, Avantika finds herself trapped in a life she never chose... with a man who doesn't believe in love-only possession Trembling. Crying. Begging to be let go- she was taken into a world she didn't understand. A world where her tears meant nothing. Where fear was her only companion. And the man who took her- didn't believe in love. Only claiming what he wanted.

"Who said that I love you?" he said mockingly, a cruel edge slicing through the air between us. "You are nothing more than an unwanted burden in my life. Don't ever touch my things, understand?" He stared deep into my eyes, his gaze burning with pure fury. Hot, betraying tears welled up, instantly blurring my vision until his sharp features became a hazy outline. "Answer me," he demanded, his grip tightening around my arm until a sharp ache shot through my skin. "Y-e--s," I stammered, frantically trying to pry his fingers away from my bruised flesh. With a cold scoff, he shoved my hand away, the sudden detachment hurting far worse than the grip itself. Just one minute ago, the world had felt warm and full of unspoken promise. Now, standing here in the wreckage of our shattered facade, I could only cry over the cruel joke of my fate. Mature content 🔞 "This is my first story . Give it a try - I promise you won't be disappointed "

I am telling you for the last time don't touch me or else - I said sharply by gathering all of my courage He's grip tightens possessively, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks in that deep, dangerously soft tone. "I think I should teach you a lesson about what happens when someone will talk back with me? Or do you want me to remind you who owns this pretty little neck?" The threat drips with dark amusement Dekho...ye galat hai (with teary eyes) (Listen This is wrong) "Galat?" (His teeth flash in a wolfish grin) (Wrong?) "Main galat hone ka maza le raha hoon..." One large hand pins both of my wrists above my head while the other traces slow fire along my jawline (I m enjoying this wrong) ((Suddenly there was a knock on the door)) His head snaps toward the door with a glare sharp enough to kill, his fingers tightening possessively around my wrist "Please chodo koi knock karra hai" ( Please leave me someone is knocking) I said with pleading eyes "Chalo utho," He stands in one fluid motion and hauls me up. (Get up) "Go and open the door", he said I quickly ran towards the door and I saw my mom. Mom..... "Beta... kya hua?" (She asked me with concern and worry in her eyes) Akele me Darr lag raha hai kya - she asked (I stopped crying and turned around to see, He wasn't there and then I saw a shadow moves near the balcony doors. Viraaj steps into view just enough to lock predatory eyes - one hand casually tucked in his pocket, the other raising a single finger to his lips in a mocking shhh....His smirk is pure sin) I turned towards my mom and said ,"Mom ....wo" . Nothing mom, I was just sleeping and I just had a nightmare I said by calming myself down "Its okay honey don't cry I know this is a new place and whatever happened must be really hard for you but trust me we will be okay from now on" - she said I nodded with a smile I don't think that I will be okay from now on....