Poisoned Vows
- Reads 10,220
- Votes 617
- Parts 50
Ongoing4h 21m
Last published about 1 hour ago
🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤
✦ Balraj ✦
The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy.
Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting.
━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━
✦ Meera ✦
The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them.
When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent.
She hid it well. She had to.
Because weakness was not for women like her.
━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━
The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster."
Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy.
Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into.
Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain.
Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫
All Rights Reserved
#1
gangster
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
corrupted Desires
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 ✨
A Thread Of Broken Promises
𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 A simple girl in her twenties. An event manager by passion, though her parents never truly supported her dreams. As the middle child, she grew up in the shadows of neglect, surviving on silent compromises and unspoken loneliness. Yet despite everything, she believed in love. Not the fairytale kind. Just the kind where someone finally chose her. But fate had cruelty stitched into its hands. One scandal. One marriage. And suddenly she became the wife of her best friend's elder brother... a man who looked at her like she was the ruin of his entire existence. The marriage she once dreamed of turned into a cage lined with silence, hatred, and broken promises. "The eyes that once held warmth for me now burned with so much hatred... it felt like they could burn me to ashes just by looking at me." 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 The eldest son of the Rathore family. Cold. Reserved. Dominating. The kind of man women dreamed about but could never truly reach. He was not heartbroken. He was simply incapable of love. Or at least, that's what he believed. Until her. Until the girl he never wanted became the only one capable of making him feel. But love, when poisoned by betrayal, becomes something far more dangerous than hatred. It becomes destruction. Revenge. A wound so deep that even love starts tasting like poison. 👑 A ruthless CEO who can't let go. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers. Forced marriage. Royal secrets. Slow-burn desire. ⚠️ Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination and are not intended to resemble any real people or events. This book contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. This is my first book, and English is not my first language, so please bear with me and give this story a chance. I promise the secrets waiting ahead will be worth it. The first few chapters may fee
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟒 "Who am I to you?" she asked, her hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears. She fought hard to keep them at bay, wanting to appear brave. She refused to let him see how much his answer affected her. "My wife," he said, his gaze locked onto hers, the same hazel eyes that always had the power to make him do things he never intended. Seeing her like this made his jaw clench, self-loathing creeping into his bones. He wanted to punch himself for being the reason behind her pain, but he stood there, helpless and broken. "Just in name," she spat, as if the word wife was poison on her tongue, something so vile that merely hearing it from his mouth made her sick. "Just your fucking responsibility!" she screamed, her voice laced with anger and agony. "Don't use bad words, Suru," he warned, his voice turning stern, almost scolding her. "I am not a child!" she yelled before storming off, leaving him standing there, hwatching her disappear. Join Surili Thakur and Kabir Rajput, Chote Hukum aka Kunwar Sa of Jaipur, on a journey filled with love, pain, and redemption Warning ⚠️: This story has scenes of domestic violence, fighting, and strict old social rules. Some parts may be sad or upsetting. It shows the pain and struggles women face in a harsh society. The story does not support violence. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Adult content. Early update on scrollstack
Bound By Shadow
Vengeance wears a crown. Love is just a myth... until she becomes his war." In the city's shadows, his name means fear. For the world, he is the story the media loves to hate-a tyrant, a king, the predator in every headline: Kabir Raichand. The Underworld's Chosen. Where guns rule and mercy is weakness, Kabir's empire is built on cold calculation, swift brutality, and an iron law-never forget, never forgive. He has no flaw, no rumor of kindness, no softness trapped beneath his skin. Only enemies to bury, scores to settle, and a throne to defend with blood. When fate throws Aaliya Kapoor, an ordinary woman with a police legacy, into his crosshairs, it's not for passion-it's retribution. Her world becomes a battlefield of threats and shadows the moment Kabir decides that the path to his real enemy runs through her ruin. Murder is business. Vengeance, his only religion. But when fire meets ice, lines blur. Every media trial, every whispered legend, every scar forged in violence-Aaliya discovers the devil is real, and his heart is locked behind doors even he has forgotten. This is not a love story. This is the storm before even the idea of love. 🔥 Tropes & Themes: Revenge Marriage / Forced Proximity Forced Marriage 💍 Mafia Boss × Cop's Daughter 💣 Enemies to Lovers Obsession to Devotion 🖤 Slow-Burn Romance with High Spice 🌡️ Obsession, Power, and Control
𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙀 | 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺
Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | • Welcome to the lore • ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: 𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 | 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✦ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two ✦
Wounds of Love |18+|.
#1 brokenpromises This kind of betrayal cuts deeper when someone loves you and still breaks you. Arjun loved her that was never the question. But love wasn't enough to keep his promises, to stop the shadows of lies creeping in or to erase the other woman standing silently between them.Meera's heartbreak is hers alone to carry,because sometimes, even the deepest love can't justify betrayal. In a world ruled by tradition, secrets and bloodlines, what happens when the man who vowed to protect you becomes the reason you're shattered? Meera Kapoor thought she had everything a devoted husband, a strong marriage and a love that had defied tradition and family legacy. Arjun Rathore, the disciplined army officer, had once chosen her over the woman everyone expected him to marry. They had built a quiet, beautiful life inside the ancient walls of the Rathore haveli. But four years later, love is no longer the only thing that binds them. When grief enters their home and whispers of duty grow louder than the heart, Meera finds herself surrounded by secrets, shadows and a betrayal she never saw coming from the very man who swore to protect her. This is a story of love that wasn't enough, of sacrifices, silences and the painful truth that sometimes, the greatest betrayal comes from the one who loves you most. Trending🏆 #1 -brokenpromises (Since the beginning till now) #1-heartbreakstory(September 2025) #3-romanticdrama (September 2025) #4-emtionalromance (September 2025)Complete
Tied in Red
" 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧." 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Cold-blooded. Calculated. Cruel. The sole heir of the Ranawat empire-its mafia throne and global business crown. Born of royalty, raised in ruin. A man who commands with silence and kills with precision. His name is whispered like a warning, feared across borders and boardrooms alike. Emotions? He buried them with the ashes of his past. And love? That's a wound he refuses to bleed from again. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Soft-hearted. Spiritually anchored. A girl from Prayagraj who prays at dawn and smiles at strangers. A devotee of Mahadev, raised by rituals and silences, She believes in the sacred over the selfish, And love? For her, it's not a thrill. It's a form of worship. She lives by faith. He lives for vengeance. He was forged in fury. She was shaped by surrender. He builds empires from fear. She believes in saving legacies with compassion. He doesn't kneel before gods. She lives in their shadow. But when fate threads their paths in red, not for love-but for a promise neither of them made... Will blood and prayer bind them-or destroy them? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ✅ Tropes & Themes - Mafia × Sunshine - Arranged/Forced Marriage - Enemies to aching lovers - Divine narration (Mahadev-Parvati perspective) - Poetic tragedy, power, and softness - Rebirth, revenge & redemption - Devotion meets destruction Book 1 of Revenge Series (Can be read as standalone)
Love, Vengeance And Redemption
She'll run away. He'll chase her. If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped. Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none. His world was dark, traumatising and painted with blood. His love was vicious. Possessive and ruthless. She was his and he was adamant to remind her over and over again. Escaping Aryan Chauhan was never easy. .... She trusted him. She thought he was a good man and would keep his enmity away from her. However, he proved her all wrong and forced her to marry him on the basis of 6 months contract. It was just a pure enmity from his side. She lost her face in her family's eyes because of him. They were disappointed on her while he was satisfied seeing them in agony. She hated him, to the core of her heart. He's a heartless man whose only motive is vengeance. This was the game of love, vengeance and redemption. A misunderstanding sparked the fire of revenge between two best friends. A wall of hatred will be broken down by their marriages. After a long years, two best friends will join hands for a mission and reached at a point that neither of them hesitated to risk their life for one another. ... Start- 25, October 2024 End- 23, March 2025Complete
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 ✨
More detailsContent Guidelines