I am no longer the kind of beauty one chooses. Not the girl with long, flowing hair. Not the one with polished nails and a smile that could light up rooms. Not the one with perfectly matched shoes, dresses, and the effortless grace of someone untouched by life's cruelty. She is gone. What stands before you now is not elegance. It is ruin. My hair falls in tangled shadows over my face. My hands are bare, trembling where once they wore polish. My smile has fled, leaving only the echo of fear and despair. I am no fairytale. I am the aftermath. And if you are still staring... Ask yourself carefully: Do you seek beauty... Or do you dare to face the truth beneath it? Trigger Warning!!!!! This story delves into dark love, obsession, trauma, and violence. It is intended for mature readers. If you are underage or sensitive to these themes, please swipe past. 🥇 top on #abusivecontent 🥇 top on #darklove

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.

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

"I don't know. Please let me go,...please..." She pleaded with her eyes half open while her lip shivered giving into the freezing night of Alaska. She whimpered feeling a hand at her chin yanking her face up. Her whole body was sore giving into the torture she had been through. "Beautiful,..." Someone breathed into her ear and she knew who this voice belong to. "...who tied her up?" Demon demanded from the man standing behind him now. Nancy broke into the sobs looking up. "Please, I really don't know anything about Ken...he..." Her voice gave up when he rubbed his thumb on her mouth. "I trust you sweetie. But it seems he has left something for us to collect." Dark Romance 18+

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.

"I'm just a servant in your house. you need to leave this Immaturity" She flinched for the first time, her confidence wavered. Balveer exhaled sharply, his hold trembling. "And you?" His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "You're a rich girl with a rich father, who can get anything she wants. Is this what you want, Sia? Huh? Tell me." Her pupils were blown wide, her breath uneven. It hurts her now but she didn't look away. For just a second his eyes flickered down to her lips and he hated himself for it. Triggered warning ⚠️rape , abuse mentally physically tortured. Revenge , dark romance Unedited

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.