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.

He pinned my wrists above my head, his grip absolute, locking me against the mattress. His touch was a cold, searing fire, mapping every inch of me as he whispered against my throat, "So eager to finally belong to me, aren't you?" "Stop," I sobbed, struggling against him, my vision blurred. "Advait, please... you aren't yourself." He didn't pull back. Instead, he forced me to look at him, his eyes dark with a terrifying, absolute ownership. "I am entirely in my senses," he snarled. "Understand this, Ruhani: YOU ARE MINE. Whether you hate me or crave me, you are tied to me forever. There is no escaping what belongs to me." 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....

Anaya spent six years hiding the truth. Six years raising her son alone. Six years convincing herself that the man who broke her heart would never return. Then Aarav Malhotra walks back into her life. Richer. More powerful. More dangerous. And completely unaware that the little boy staring at him from across the room is his son. Anaya should stay away from him. She should protect the life she built without him. But every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment spent together reminds her why she loved him in the first place. The problem? The past isn't done with them. Old betrayals are resurfacing. Enemies are watching. And the secret Anaya has guarded for years is only one step away from being exposed. When Aarav finally discovers the truth, everything changes. Because losing Anaya once was his biggest mistake. And losing his family? That's a mistake he's willing to destroy anyone to prevent. He never forgot her. She never forgave him. And neither of them expected the little boy who could change everything.

For two years, Myra Kulkarni was the good girl with perfected silence. She swallowed her crush on Vikram Singh Rajput while he dated her best friend, She memorized his laugh when it was for Riya, his anger when it was Riya, his world when it was for Riya. She chose dignity over desire and buried her heart the day they broke. New city. New degree. New Myra who didn't flinch at his name. Until 2AM. *Vikram*: " You think I Didn't notice you, Kulkarni? Every. Single. Day." He was her 'Crush'. Now he wants to "own" her

Nishanth notices his wife growing distant and withdrawn, he struggles to understand the woman he once fell in love with . The sight of her in another man's arms becomes the breaking point that shatters his trust and pushes their marriage to the edge. While he fights to save their relationship, Janani is fighting a far more dangerous battle of her own-one that threatens her sanity, their marriage, and the life they built together. Started : 18.06.26

"Run if you want... I won't chase you. I'll just wait-because sooner or later, you'll crave the darkness you pretend to fear... and I'll be right here." ------------------------- Mahira Azhar - She had spent years learning how to disappear-how to make herself small, silent, forgettable. Fear wasn't a feeling anymore; it was instinct, stitched into every breath she took. The past didn't stay behind her. It followed. It waited. So when the opportunity came to start over, she didn't trust it. New city. New life. New name. And then there was him. Aahan Malik - He didn't introduce himself. Didn't need to. His presence was enough-heavy, suffocating, like the air changed when he entered a room. People didn't just respect him. They feared him. Conversations died around him. Eyes dropped. No one ever said his name unless they had to. But he noticed her. That was the first mistake. The second was when he didn't look away. "Running won't help you," he told her once, his voice low, almost calm. Not a threat. Not a warning. A fact. Because men like him didn't hunt for sport. They hunted with purpose. And whatever he was- He wasn't drawn to her by chance. He had been there long before she ever saw him. Watching. Waiting. Choosing. When an innocent girl with a shattered future collides with a man who seems capable of destroying everything he touches, what happens when their worlds finally crash into each other? Dive into The Gates of Fear and discover what unfolds when love, obsession, secrets, and fate stand on opposite sides of the same battlefield. Mature content! 18+ contains domestic violence, traumatic past and events ,abuse , sexual content and more .

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) She tightly shut her eyes as her breath goes uneven with his close proximity. Her lips parted unconsciously as she could hear her own heartbeat. He leaned down his head to kiss her but seeing her rising chest and shut eyes, he stopped and automatically a sad smile formed on his lips. His tightened his own fist before he could touch her waist. Why does he always tend to lose his control over his fucking hormones in front of her when he knows very well his wife is still not ready for the intimacy? The thought made him curse and heart broken at the same time. With a tired sigh he tried to leave from there but before he could, she held his wrist stopping him. 'Kaha jaa rahe hain aap mujhe aise chor k??' she whispered. He looked back at her confusingly but without giving him time to react , she pulled him close by his nape and slammed her lips on his and started kissing him slowly and passionately. By grabbing both of her waist he slammed her back onto the wall.. she gasped into his mouth as she could feel his erection poking between her thighs. At 25, Rekha had built a successful life for herself as a nurse in the city. Yet despite the years that had passed, one thing had never changed, her love for Madhav. But her heart was severely got crushed the day she founds out that same Madhav was now married and living happily with his wife. Shivam, a 24 year old village guy and a true gentleman with a heart of gold, works in a small company and leads a simple life. But everything changes when he meets Rekha. For him, it is love at first sight. The more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. But how can he hope for her love when her heart already belongs to someone else? Will Shivam be able to heal a heart that has spent

Unknown: Unblock my official account. And save this number. It is my personal line. My heart skipped. I sat up, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The sheer arrogance of him-commanding me even through a text message. Aahana: No. I won't. I told you, I want to be left alone. I stared at the "Seen" receipt. It only took ten seconds for the reply to come back. Unknown: Are you sure? Or would you prefer I come to your house to discuss it in person? It will take me exactly five minutes to reach your gate. ******** Aahana Sharma thrives in the shadows. As a shy, introverted college student, her only goal is to graduate unnoticed. But anonymity becomes an impossible luxury the day Devansh Rajvanshi locks his piercing gaze onto her. Devansh is a ruthless politician who gets whatever he wants-and he wants Aahana. Striking a cold, calculated deal with her struggling family, he forces her into a marriage she never asked for. Aahana is terrified of her new, imposing husband, a man whose jealousy burns like a wildfire and whose possessiveness leaves her breathless. To Devansh, she isn't just a wife; she is his absolute fixation, the only pure thing in his corrupt world. Trapped in his golden cage, Aahana vows never to let him into her heart. But behind Devansh's terrifyingly fierce protection lies a raw, consuming devotion that begins to blur the lines between fear and desire. As the quiet student is dragged into the chaotic glare of his political world, she realizes the monster everyone fears would gladly burn the world down just to keep her safe. Can she survive the heat of his obsession, or will she lose her heart to the man who forced her to wear his ring? ******************* #2 politician (27/6/26) #1politician (28/6/26)

Psychological Horror and Slow-burn Dark Romance. 18+ --------------------------- It's been five years since that fateful Friday night. I remember it like it was yesterday. The night I was kidnapped. I was held against my will. Tortured. Starved. Broken apart, piece by piece. All in the name of "curing" me. He didn't just steal my freedom. He rewrote the rules of pain, of fear - and then, somehow, of love. If you'd told me I'd fall for the man who ruined my life, I would've laughed in your face. But reality doesn't always follow logic. He's given me this journal and I'm going to write my story. This is my truth. My confession. My war cry. Because what he did to me deserves to be known. --------------------------- THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRAUMATIC CONTENT! TRIGGER WARNINGS: Kidnapping, assault, systemic abuse, mentions of Domestic Violence and childhood trauma, phobias, blood and gore, body horror, and mental illnesses including severe psychosis. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED! --------------------------- Original: 2023-2024 Rewrite: Feb 2025 to Jan 2026 Vaguely inspired by: Fear by Lovelyseok.