"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

With her eyes held down she entered the room. It smelled of him. Cigarettes and sex. Slowly she raised her eyelids from the ground and looked at him. He was sitting there proudly like a king with a glass of liquor in his hand and a winning smirk drew on his lips. A few men who were his friends and colleagues were sitting around him, looking at her wet figure with hungry eyes. However her eyes were threaded only to his. She was numb, with nothing in her mind, heart or soul. She was bare of every feeling. Raising her hand she untucked the edge of her saree which was saving her dignity till now but soon it was on the floor, leaving her only in her red blouse and petticoat which were sticking to her body like second skin. "Bechne aayi hu khud ko...kharidoge ?" "I am here to offer myself...will you take me ?" She said, her lips quivering not a bit as she stared deep into his dark hazel eyes. Shivoham smiled, rising on his feet. All the men went out of the room, closing the room behind them. With the same handsome smile on his lips Shivoham walked to her and stood in front of her half naked self. With his eyes he drank the sight of every inch of her body. However suddenly the smile of his lips dropped when he found her head partition filled with the color red. His eyes narrowed at the red colour on her head, he despises it the most. Taking out a white napkin from his blazer's pocket he pulled her to him, crashing her soft body to his chest. Chandni flinched but did not say anything. "Perfect. Now you are looking like my whore." Shivoham smiled, wiping every tint of the color red from her head. ...

✿ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 ✿ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 Meera was afraid of only one thing.. Her past. It was filled with fake promises, love and lust. She thought she was a fool to give herself to not only one but four devils. They played with her body like she was not a human but a doll who was there to entertain them. Without her seeing it she became their plaything and till the time she saw the truth it was too late. She was caged in their cage and they were not ready to set her free. Their game had turned into the game of obsession. They were cruel, ruthless, brutal, the men with no heart in their chest but when she ran away leaving them alone, that was the moment they realised their obsession has taken the form of love. The once cold blooded, merciless men were deep in love...with her and only her. She was no more a beautiful nerd to play with, she was their wife and they were ready to win her again because she belonged to them, only to them and no one else. However the question is...will she trust them again after everything? Will she once again become...their everything ?

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.