Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

This story is not for sensitive readers please read on your own risk. This is the story of three girls. They are different but cage in their husbands's golden cage.. Adhikrit & priya "P_please leave me.." the crying voice of priya echoes in whole mansion but no one came to help her. His predatory eyes never leaving her. He hold her neck and slapped her hard. "HOW DARE YOU" he shouted at her and she shivered trying to unhold his grip.. SLAPPED... ~ Veer & annu "I_I lo-ve you.. p_ple-ase don't be-at me" words left from her mouth as she begged for his love and care. "I hate you" he said as he thrust hard inside her.. "Ahhhhhhh.." ~ Adhayay & geet "Why can't you understand I don't love you leave me" she shouted at him being anger but he was not listening to her.. " I don't care about anything. I want you means I want you" he said. He was obbessiod with her the day when she slapped him.. Starting : 2 november 2025 Ending: 9 April 2026 STARTING: 2 november 2025 ENDING: ??

[ 2 Book of Bride's Series ] She was born into privilege. He was born into power. And long before she could even say his name, she was promised to him. Priya Malhotra, the beloved sister of a powerful political family, only wanted freedom-a life away from family expectations, away from the shadows of her father's deals and her brothers' control. But her fate was sealed the moment she entered this world... when her hand was promised to Rahul Thakur, the heir of a dangerous mafia empire and her brother's best friend. To the world, Rahul is calm, respectful, loyal. To Priya, he is possessive, relentless, and terrifyingly obsessed. She wants choice. He only sees destiny. And in a world where promises are made in blood, can love ever be free?

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.

When Iris's father disappeared overnight, he didn't just leave behind his debts-he left her as collateral. Riven Vallar, the cold and brutal heir to the Vallar Mafia Empire, expected revenge, money, blood. Instead, he found a trembling girl with ice-blue eyes and nowhere to go. She became his prisoner. Then, his pawn. Now, she's being forced into marriage to protect a company that was never hers, under a man who treats her like a transaction. She doesn't love him. He doesn't want her. But power demands sacrifice. And she has no choice but to wear his ring.

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller