He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

🧪 SUBJECT 07 She was kidnapped. Chosen because no one would come looking for her. He was chosen to make the experiment succeed. A secret laboratory. A classified project. One innocent girl who was never meant to leave. Dr. Aviraj Rathore had one job-to study Subject 07 and complete Project ECHO. He never expected the silent, frightened girl behind the number to become the one thing he could no longer treat like an experiment. She was Subject 07. Until he learned her name. 🖤

He is not a hero. He doesn't save-he claims. She lives in silence, carrying truths she never learned how to speak. She knows better than to trust fire... yet she keeps stepping closer. In a world built on silence and unspoken rules, their paths cross where they shouldn't. He offers safety wrapped in dominance. She offers loyalty without realizing its cost. The deeper she falls, the more dangerous the truth becomes.. Because fire doesn't warm forever.... And shadows remember everything. His Fire, Her Shadow is a slow-burning dark romance filled with tension, emotional intensity, and a love that blurs the line between want and need. What begins as control turns into obsession. What feels like protection becomes possession.. And love-when it finally appears-demands a price. Once chosen, never released. 🔞 18+ | Dark Romance | Possessive MMC | Secrets & Control

The room felt smaller than it was. Or maybe-it was just him. Naina stumbled back as Shiv moved forward. Not fast. Not angry. Just... certain. Every step he took seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. "Shiv... please," her voice shook. He didn't stop. He looked at her with the same detached focus he used for a police report. "Why do you keep pushing me to this, Naina?" he asked quietly. Her back hit the wall. Cold. Hard. No space left. "I didn't do anything..." she whispered. "You always say that," he replied. His voice was calm. Controlled. It was a thousand times worse than anger. She tried to bolt past him, but his hand caught her wrist. The grip was unyielding-a set of human shackles. "Don't," he said. The word was a final decree. Her heart pounded violently. "Let go..." His face came closer, his breath hot and terrifyingly intimate against her ear. "I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered. A pause. Her breath hitched. "...but you don't listen." Tears blurred her vision. Her body went still-not because she wanted to, but because she was paralyzed. And there was nowhere left to run. 🏅#1 in #policeofficer on 23/5/2026 🏅#1 in #husbandandwife on 25/5/2026

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

Kavya is a fragile, emotional girl who is terrified of her cold, ruthless billionaire boss, Rudra Oberoi. But when Rudra's little toddler, Vihaan, stubbornly chooses her as his mother, their worlds collide. To save his son from a dark custody battle, Rudra forces Kavya into a practical court marriage. "Yeh shaadi sirf Vihaan ke liye hai," he warns. But living together changes everything. Soon, her soft innocence becomes a dangerous, burning obsession for the possessive alpha. He won't let anyone touch her. He won't let her leave. Can Kavya's fragile heart survive Rudra's dark addiction?

"Your highness"I greeted confused as to why he's here. I adjusted my veil and stood a safe distance away from him,we were alone in my house, anyone could walk in. "What did you tell my mother?"he asked ,anger evident from his tone. "I'm sorry I--" "WHAT DID YOU TELL MY MOTHER?"I flinched as he yelled cutting me off. "I-i didn't say anything I s-swear"I rushed out scared. "My mother hit me because of you"he stepped closer "I'm sorry,I apologize, I'll do anything please forgive me"I moved back till I reached the wall. "Really?"his voice carried mischief. "Y-yes"I nodded head bowed. "Take it off"he ordered and my shaky hands moved upwards to uncover my face. "Why did you stop"he asked and I frowned confused. "You said to take it off"my voice came out low and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. "Take it ALL off"he emphasized , and I felt my heart stop. "Y-your highness "my voice came out small. "STRIP "------------ ********************************** Tears rolled down my face as I begged and sobbed for mercy, no one was home right now,he could do anything he wants,even if someone was home,no one can stop him----- ******************************************** MEHER:A noble maiden from the Chandrai family,her father a minister,her mother part of the queen's inner court, meher was part of a family of seven,her parents and her four brothers. RAJVEER:The crown prince of amer and only son of King Rayansh and Queen Saloni, beloved grandson of the grand queen, MAHARANI MAINAVATI SINGH RAGHUVANSHI. Meher was the burden no one wanted,after having four healthy sons why would anyone want a daughter?,meher grew up learning to be quiet and obedient,her purpose in life was to listen to her parents then her husband. Meher's life changes when her father's younger sister,her aunty Arpita came around,she was queen saloni's close friend and was there to visit. There saloni's gaze landed on her,and it was decided,meher was going to be veer's Bride.....

"Four years was a sentence. Today is the execution." Elara Malhotra thought she had found a sliver of freedom in London. But Zayden Singhania doesn't believe in freedom-he only believes in possession. From the moment she receives her degree to the second she steps back onto Indian soil, Elara realizes she hasn't been a student; she's been a masterpiece in waiting. Zayden is a storm of power and ancient tradition. He doesn't just want her heart; he wants to colonize her soul. From marking her skin in the shadows of London to branding her thigh with his name in blood-red henna, Zayden ensures that every ritual is a step deeper into his gilded cage. As the wedding fire looms, Elara must decide: Is she the Queen of his empire, or the most beautiful trophy in his collection? In this game of shadows and silk, the rules are simple: #No one touches her. #No one looks at her. #She belongs to the King. "I didn't just write my name on your skin, Princess. I etched it into your DNA. You can wash off the ink, but you'll never wash off me."

(UNDER MAJOR EDITING) *********************************************** I took a deep breath before I opened the door to the room. Rana was no where to be found ,I heard the door slam shut behind me,i flinched and turned around only to find Rana starring down at me in pure anger. His tall frame towered over my little self as he came closer to me, instinctively I moved back till I reached the bed . Before I could fall he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him . "I had to bow my head down today , because of you I had to apologize to people who aren't even fit for the office,my father entrusted me with the responsibility of the kingdom and on your very first day in court you insult the entire body of Maharashtra,the very pillar of Hindustan!"he said slowly in anger . I didn't dare look up,"I'm so-" "Don't you dare try to apologize right now!! He cut me off shouting and I flinched at his harsh tone.. "Strip!!" He commanded and I looked at him in shock. *********************************************** Journey with Priyanka also known as Lakshmi as she battles the daily life of becoming the yuvraani of yuvraaj Ranvijay adiraj Singh Rathore!!

"I told you to make sure nothing happens to him didn't I?" he said with pure anger dripping from his tone. "i--i--I'm sorry please forgive me I didn't mean to"I stuttered lowly,praying he lets this slide. "You're sorry?,if Priyanka got there one second later do you know what would have happened to him?"he reminded me of my incompetence as a mother. "You hurt him!"he seethed "Strip!" My breath hitched,I was done for,I was careless and fire almost burned our only child,my dear veer...... I hurt our only child and now ansh will hurt me too. ************************************************ FIVE YEARS BACK Rajkumari Saloni desai,the princess of Shitanpura"a province known for their unjust behavior and prostitution"but the royal family are trying their best to put an end to the bad reputation...... saloni the young princess was invited to a feast with her father as his partner for the night....there she crossed paths with... Yuvraaj Rayansh Singh Raghuvanshi,the crown prince of Amer who just got back from the war camp in agra ...his gaze landed on saloni at the feast and he determined she'll be his come what may.