I won't waste time writing shi about the characters, introduction will be given in a separate part. here , I'll share a glimpse of what you're about to read. harlin walked down the street, eating a chocolate she bought on her way back to home, suddenly a child stopped her by pulling the length of her kurti calling her didi, she gazed down to see a little child with a paper note in his hand, he handed the note to her and said "a bhaiya asked me to give it to you" harlin took the note from his hands and read it, *your bindi looks pretty, don't ever forget to wear it. yours* she asked the child who gave him the note but where the child pointed was nothing more than an empty road, "you shouldn't be doing all this, take this for now." she handed him a chocolate from her tote bag, the child hesitated for a second but took it when she gave him a reassuring smile, the child smiled at her and ran from there while eating the little chocolate she gave him. after the child went away from there, harlin looked at her surroundings to find the 'bhaiya' but she found no one there , she tore the note and threw it while walking back to her house. y'all believe me this imagination of mine is really good and some interesting shi is coming up the glimpse I showed you is lit nothing, go read the prologue and you won't be able to leave the story until I decide to end it hahaha. ab baki ka kalse likhungi mein. (the rest I'll write from tomorrow) bye.

I died on a cold marble floor with oysters burning in my throat. My name is Netra Verma Oberoi. This is not a love story. This is the story of how two men - one I was forced to marry, and one I once loved with all my heart - slowly, methodically, destroyed me until I chose silence over survival. From the day my parents sold me into a loveless, violent marriage to the final private dinner where I swallowed my own death, every chapter is soaked in my blood, tears, and quiet screams. Ranbir Oberoi broke my body. Sameer Chopra broke my soul. And I... I finally broke free in the only way left to me. If you have ever been silenced, used, or abandoned... this story will tear your soul apart. PS : Not a happy ending... It's brainrot

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

18+ An indian tragic dark romance. It's a Military man's love story. A love where bliss and agony become impossible to tell apart. It's not a kind of story that brings happiness or pain... but one that makes you crave both.

🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

This story is about a mafia businessman Satyendra Rana who gets married to Kaushalya Sinha a businessman's daughter.Satyendra liked Kaushalya's younger cousin sister but destiny had different plans. Kaushalya fulfils all her duty as a wife, Satyendra fulfils all his duty as a husband.They share great bonding with each other. But a question always hangs in front of them "Are we in love?" It's a small story. This story is related to 'Not your fairytale'

life is really unfair for her. when she start accepting the fact that she has lost her love forever and now have to live with this brutual reality of the world..... He again came back to her life as the person with whom her sister in law is madly in love and can go to any extent to have him for herself completely. She know he had a plan to avenge himself but she loves both of them and now have to decide whom or what to choose. Join Rashi Banssl in her journey of love........ hate........ revenge....... sacrifices and again love....

Sophia Salvatore is the 16 year old sister of Damon and Stefan Salvatore. She has Damon's wit and Stefan's compassion. This story mentions events from the TV series, just not in the way they were written for the show. I have adapted them to suit my story. WARNING! Most, if not all chapters include or mention spanking of a minor. If it's not your thing - don't read! I do not own TVD! (Although I wish I did!) It's all thanks to L. J. Smith. I hope you enjoy!