His Widow
- Reads 71,301
- Votes 3,029
- Parts 20
Ongoing4h 12m
Last published Wed, Sep 18, 2024
All of them stood around with surprise and shock morphed on their faces while some had fear as they looked at him who was striding infront of them with his hands locked at his back.
Turning to them he looked into those all eyes with his sharp gaze sending shivers to them as he spoke next words again striding from one end to the other with his authoritative personality.
"From now on.....this property.....This house belongs to me Arnav Singh Rathore, and you all ....will be working here, under me from now on".
Their eyes widen as they looked at him in disbelief. Them the owners of their house till yesterday are supposed to work under him. How insulting. They would never do that. Before they open their mouth he spoke again.
" If not, you will be out as beggars. Or just work under me as slaves".
He said as he took a side glance at them and smirked on finding them red in humiliation and anger.
This is what he wants. Nope. He wants more than that. He turned around swiftly where she stood. There in a white saree. The one who weighs the honour of her new home on her shoulders as a daughter in law but a widow. The wife of that person who he had killed right on the asile infront of her. To destroy their honour, the one they cherish the most she will be his one target for him.
He strided towards her in slow steps as her body visibly tensed with her shoulders risen up as she looked at him hesitantly with her flickering eye lashes casting up and down. Standing right infront of her he jutted his chin to her with a smirk as he spoke.
"And you Mrs. Rathore. The honour of this home will be my personal slave from now on, servicing my special needs and comforts, in my bedroom ".
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Marked by Sindoor....
I don't remember who I was. No name. No family. Only a scar... and eyes that flinch at every shadow. I was just a girl tied in the back of a car-until he saw me. Ranvijay Rathore, the billionaire everyone feared but no one really knew, married me to protect himself. Or maybe, just maybe... he saw something in me even I had forgotten. But I'm not who he thinks I am. I'm not his mistake. I'm not their victim. I'm something much more dangerous- A lost royal. A stolen heir. A queen who was never meant to survive. Now that I remember the truth... I'm coming for everything they took from me. Even if I have to burn every last one of them to the ground. _____________ She had no name, no past... and no one to call her own. Until he found her-tied, broken, and silenced in the dark corners of a roadside hotel. Business tycoon Ranvijay Rathore never believed in fate, until the woman he rescued became his only chance at survival. A rushed marriage, a fake identity, and a storm of enemies closing in from every side. She was supposed to be his shield... But she was so much more. Behind her silence was a secret. Behind her bruises-a bloodline royal enough to shake empires. And behind her soft eyes-a rage that could burn kingdoms to ash. When betrayal comes from blood and power plays turn deadly, one truth will remain: She wasn't just his wife... She was his saviour. And their enemies' worst nightmare.Complete
Falling and Breaking
DRAMA. MYSTERY. ROMANCE She became his desires. His need. His only possession. And his lethal obsession. And his obsession become a biggest curse in her life. **** Her denial infuriated him more, his blood boiled in anger. Grabbing her chin up, he made her look at him. Her terrified orbs clashed with his deadly charcoal eyes. ''Please.'' She said clasping her hands around his which was holding her chin. She pleaded him with her teary eyes while his blazing gaze never shifted from her. "You think, your sorry can make everything better like before? Your sorry can't save you from me. Trust me, you can't even imagine what I can do to you. So you should keep your mouth shut and come with me home quietly." He warned and threatened her. And she shakes in fear and helplessness. She just wanted to run away from here and hide somewhere. She doesn't know the man who was standing in front of her right now. He was hurting her, scaring her and behaving like a monster. The man she knows he was different. Hell different from him, his hold was perfect for her fragile body, his voice which was heaven peace for her and his touch which was gentle unlike this. "No... no. I don't want to go anywhere with you... I don't want to be with you anymore." She move her head hysterically and tried to free herself but instead, she get more pain when he tightened his hold on her and dig his fingers on her waist. "You are scaring me," she confessed meekly crying and her breath get uneven. "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't do anything yet and you are already scared of me? Then what will you do when I'll punish you for your betrayal?" The threat hidden in his words causes a shiver down her spine and she feels intimidated. "Just come with me or you will see the worst side of me. " He stated simply. The rage and fury in his eyes made her body start trembling ferociously. *** GENRE : DARK ROMANCE Cover by : @authorzysha ***
Abandoned wife
Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.Complete
FLAMES OF VENGEANCE
DRITI ARORA × GOUTHAM KAPOOR He pushed her against the cold wall pinned her two hands with his one arm and slacked his other arm around her waist. She opened her mouth to shout but it got instantly shut by a Kiss on her plum lips. He was kissing her possessively and it was more like punishing her. He pulled her more towards him leaving no space between them and deepened the kiss. Driti was breathless when he let go of her lips. She can see his hot breath on her earlobes. " I GOT YOU MRS DRITI GOUTHAM KAPOOR" ____________________________________ MAHIRA RAJPUT ×VIVAAN SINGANIA "Mr Singania, meet Ms Mahira Rajput, my assistant and the one who working on the project on which we are going to collaborate" Mahira plastered a small smile on her face and turned towards him. Her smile turned into horror when he was looking directly into her soul. How can she forget that the black eye which always found its way towards her? It's still the same as what she had seen last time, filled with hatred for her "Vi...Vivaan". She whispered ______________________________________ ISHARA MEHRA ×DEV MALHOTRA "Who is he? Your new boyfriend?" He asked in his demanding voice running his hand through his hair, like trying to compose himself. "It's none of your business". I said in a firm voice. Rajat is just a friend but I don't want to explain anything to him. Why is he behaving like he owns me? "oh ya, how can I forget how whore you are" His statement made me still for a second. What did he call me, a whore. Before my hand touches his cheek for a slap he holds it and twists it behind my back. He is standing so close to you. " I know your true colour, Ms Ishara Mehra. How much money did he pay you to sleep with me ." My eyes are wide in his accusation. What the hell is talking about? Do I get paid to sleep with him ??? Did he see me as that type of woman.
Love, Obsession & The Darkness In Between
Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?Complete
Avni : His Silent Light
He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
Yours Kalyani
Kalyani × Aayansh #5 in songs out of 38k -29/11/2025 I pinned him against the wall, my breath catching at the nearness. His shoulders tensed under my hands, his face turned away as if looking at me would burn him. "Suniye..." My whisper barely broke the silence. He didn't move. I tugged his collar, trying to pull him down, but his height mocked me." He Shivji... inko itna lamba kyun banaya aapne?" A shaky laugh almost escaped, but the ache in my chest smothered it. "Wait here." My voice was low, steady only on the surface. I darted to the dressing table, grabbed the small stool, and dropped it in front of him with a soft thud. Climbing up, I steadied myself by resting my palms on his rigid shoulders. Now, we were finally eye to eye. "Now we can talk," I murmured. "Tell me... what were you saying? I'm all ears." Still, he refused to look at me. His silence cut deeper than anger. Something inside me cracked. I touched his chin gently, lifting it with my fingers until his eyes met mine. "Don't do this," I said, voice trembling despite myself. "You know I can't bear your ignorance, aayansh." His gaze locked with mine, and the world shrank into the space between us. His eyes burned-anger, pain, something unspoken flickering behind the fire. "I won't accept this marriage," he said, voice rough. "You can't force me to accept it... to accept you. Not after everything you did." My breath caught. I stepped closer, leaving barely an inch of space, enough to feel his warmth seep into me. His lashes fluttered as if the closeness unnerved him. He dropped his eyes, his words breaking apart in a stutter. "I-It's not r-right. I... don't deserve you. You don't even know me completely." And then I saw it- His ears. Scarlet red. A soft, involuntary smile touched my lips. His body screamed resistance, but his heart... oh, his heart was betraying him. ______________________________ Yours Kalyani - by @mahitraa4
ANIKA : His Bride. His Prisoner
.its ongoing guyss ~ She was forced into the marriage But he? He was already obsessed. Anika Vaidya was innocence personified - soft-spoken, kind-hearted, untouched by the filth of his world. So Rudra Singh Rathore did what monsters do best. He didn't woo her. He took her. Now she's in his mansion, wearing his name... and fighting every breath he steals from her. "Let me go," she whispered, eyes burning with defiance. He smirked, caging her between the wall and his chest. "Go where, jaan? You belong right here... under me." She calls it a prison. He calls it home. He doesn't need her love. He needs her obedience - her trembling, her silence, her surrender. "I hate you," she hissed, shoving at his chest. "Good," he whispered against her lips, "because I hate waiting. And tonight, you won't have a choice." This isn't a love story. It's obsession wrapped in sindoor, sealed with vows, and dripping with sin. And the more she resists... the darker he becomes. ⚠️ Possessive husband. Forced vows. Steamy tension. Read only if you're ready for dangerous love that breaks all rules. ~!! "I want a divorce," she said again - firmer this time. He didn't move. Rudra Singh Rathore sat at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you." she said. he looked up . slowly . Then, that damned smirk curved across his lips. "Divorce?" "Come here, Anika. I'll give it to you." I blinked. "What-" Before I could move, his book dropped with a thud and in three steps he had gripped my wrist, yanked me forward, and dragged me across the room. "Rudra!" I gasped. He threw open the bathroom door - wide, revealing the foggy mirrors and marble counter - and slammed it shut behind us, locking it with a click that sounded far too final. "You want divorce?" he whispered, nose brushing my jawline. "Then take it from here.,jaan!" "You want freedom?" he whispered. "Beg for it. But not with words. With moans."Prologue
Love Me If You Dare
" Why ? Do you have any issues with it ? Are you feeling jealous over those girls whom I slept with ? " he laughed cynically looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes sends shivers down my spine. I remained silent with my trembling body. " You...... I told you several times..... be in your limits. Then what was that drama ? " He raised his eyebrows and gave me a pathetic look. Before I could say something his right hand fell on my face. I expected a slap so I shut my eyes tightly. " You are sold to me girl, you know what does that mean..... right ? " I squealed with pain when he squeezed my cheeks pressing my head towards the wall behind me. " Don't try to act smart if you don't want your family to end up on road. People who cheats me.... Neither I won't let them live even by begging on streets " he came more close to my face and continued " Nor..... I won't let them die. " I looked at him with my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't find a bit of humanity in him. Sometimes I wished he could see my pain. " You can just watch them by becoming a helpless daughter who can only cry. But always remember don't even dare to make a sound " he patted on my cheeks with a dirty scoff and pushed me like a trash. " Dev........ " I heard his lover calling him by banging on the door. He stood in front of me like a huge pillar and corrected his suit perfectly not leaving a fold. " Follow me like an obedient wife " before opening the door he ordered not even bothered to look back. I quickly stood from floor and corrected my face to become his perfect wife. Again I am going to be on stage to perform my character as Mrs Devadatta Pratap Singh Rathore Behind the success of every man there will be a woman, in same way behind his failure also there will be a woman's hands. Things get dirty when that hand belongs to his wife itself. She never intended to hurt anyone but the wound inside her heart was something deep and she had to hurt him........ because he is a beast.Complete
Hades LOST Persephone (#5 In FGP Series) ✓
~He didn't marry her to love her. He married her so she could never escape him~. RUDRA SINGH RATHORE : Indian police officer, billionaire, and feared by all; is not a hero, not a lover, and not a typical fiancé. He is the ultimate Hades. A man who controls everything... even her life. DURGASHAKTI RATHEE is a strong-willed, fearless, and unbreakable woman. She was chosen as his fiancée in childhood; a woman, fate bound to him long before either of them had a choice. He never wanted this marriage. Never wanted her. But when circumstances tighten like a noose and secrets threaten to destroy everything he has built, Rudra does the only thing he knows how to do; He traps her. Not a love marriage. Not arranged. Not forced. A trap marriage, crafted for the fiery woman who was slowly unraveling his control. A union born of duty, buried grief, and unspoken rage. A cage disguised as vows. But Hades has secrets and some truths were hidden even from him. And Persephone was never meant to stay silent. As past wounds bleed into the present and buried truths claw their way out, the line between punishment and penance begins to blur. Will Shakti survive the dark world Rudra has created? Or will the billionaire police officer claim her completely; body, mind, and soul? A dark second chance royal romance of obsession, guilt, and redemption; where broken vows lead to unforgivable desire. Tropes : Enemies to Lovers x Forced Marriage Possessive Morally Grey Hero Power Imbalance Romance Second Chance Love Happily Ever After #3 Cruel Love (8/2/20) #2 Cruel Husband (8/2/20)Complete
SILK AND SIN
You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"
The Queen of Night
I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}Complete
Queen of His Heart
She looked like an angel in that beautiful dress, so confident and her aura so mysterious like I have never felt. He thought to himself. He had never experienced this......it was a new experience for him. Was it so called the "Love at first sight"? Maybe, but whatever it was, it was beautiful and comforting, the thought of her to Viraj was calming itself. He wanted to make her his own. But his ego was contradictory. He snapped out of his thought and started speaking "Ms kaur I don't like people who are late and here- " but before he could continue, I spoke haughtily " And Mr. Singhania, I don't like people who order me around or think highly of themselves. Achievements :- #2 lawyer #1 sikh #1 singh #1 kaur **** This is my orignal story. ****I do not own all pictures that are attached to this story. Published on Wattpad only.Complete
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢 (#1 2023)
Looking for a Royal Romance Nimmi Singh Rathore)is our beautiful sweet, innocent and bubbly 25 years old girl just like her Mother Subi Nirmaan Singh Rathore and with a little bit of Attitude of her father Nirmaan Singh Rathore. She is life of her mother and whole world to her father. But when life and career comes in between How will she be able to leave her family Behind to move to a new city? Unknown to her, there is a new life waiting for her. Where she will become a tulip of someone's life. Vikram Singh Chandravanshi, who is almost 30, and still not ready to be married even After so much of ear eating of his Nani(Grandma), is a 6'2 tall dark handsome with perfectly toned and lean Muscles with sharp jawline and almond dark brown eyes. His charcoal black hair, that are as dense as a forest, could mesmerise anyone. But he never gave a single look to anyone ever in his life. How will a soul like dark sky ever fall in love with a soul like a cheerful and bright sun with Beautiful flowers . ----- Nimmi was pacing around her new room. She was still in her wedding attire, it was her wedding night and she was super nervous. "Nimbu don't panic relax", she tells herself when a superb idea pops in her head, "pranayama, yes!!", saying she patted her shoulder proudly and jumps on bed taking her position. She starts her breathing exercises taking deep breath in and out with her eyes closed. Vikram entered the room only too see his newly wedded wife doing "yoga?", "is this girl crazy?", he gave a mix of confused, blank and cute expression if that's even possible. Taking a step towards Nimmi he came closer hoovering over her 5.5feet. "And when you come make sure you have enough time, Kyunki Thodi tasalli se tum aana, sukoon se sham-e-awadh guzarni hai."(because come with patience, a glorious evening needs to be spent.), saying in his husky deep voice he took a step back with his hands in pant pockets and winked at her with a smirk. --- #1. Broken soul #1. 2023Complete
Junoon - Tere Ishq Ka
Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.Complete
HER BETRAYAL HIS REVENGE
In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.Complete![ENIGMA : UNVEILED 🥀 [ 18+ ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/376394209-256-k380521.jpg)
ENIGMA : UNVEILED 🥀 [ 18+ ]
It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
I don't remember who I was. No name. No family. Only a scar... and eyes that flinch at every shadow. I was just a girl tied in the back of a car-until he saw me. Ranvijay Rathore, the billionaire everyone feared but no one really knew, married me to protect himself. Or maybe, just maybe... he saw something in me even I had forgotten. But I'm not who he thinks I am. I'm not his mistake. I'm not their victim. I'm something much more dangerous- A lost royal. A stolen heir. A queen who was never meant to survive. Now that I remember the truth... I'm coming for everything they took from me. Even if I have to burn every last one of them to the ground. _____________ She had no name, no past... and no one to call her own. Until he found her-tied, broken, and silenced in the dark corners of a roadside hotel. Business tycoon Ranvijay Rathore never believed in fate, until the woman he rescued became his only chance at survival. A rushed marriage, a fake identity, and a storm of enemies closing in from every side. She was supposed to be his shield... But she was so much more. Behind her silence was a secret. Behind her bruises-a bloodline royal enough to shake empires. And behind her soft eyes-a rage that could burn kingdoms to ash. When betrayal comes from blood and power plays turn deadly, one truth will remain: She wasn't just his wife... She was his saviour. And their enemies' worst nightmare.
More detailsContent Guidelines