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#1 Passion
Story of a rape survivor...and how she raise like a pheonix.
My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore.
The betrayal is running deep inside me.
I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry.
I become just a shell.
I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after.
I was in a fairytale.
But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check.
Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead.
I am Charvi.
And this is my story.
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The girl in the shadows
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.
Shivanya : bound by betrayal
This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .
🌹 PIYA: His Destiny 🌹
His madness for her is mess:- "If I die, Piya and sometimes I think I might, because my heart beats too fast when I think of you-you will still remember me every single day. Every time you see a jasmine flower, every time the phone rings and no one speaks, every time you see a man who is too tall or a car that is too dark... you will see me. I will be the ghost that haunts your marriage until it screams." ________________________________________ She leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "Please, Nikhil. If you ever truly cared for me, do this one thing. Forget me. Become the old Nikhil again-the one who loved books more than shadows. Leave me with my family. I will talk to Ekansh. I will take back all the charges. You can go to London, start over, breathe free air. Just... leave me." He looked up at her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, tears wetting her feet. "Please, Piya. Just love me back. Tell me you love me, and I'll burn these photos. I'll burn the world. I'm doing this because you're pushing me away! You're forcing me to be a villain when I just want to be your slave!" "Nikhil, let me go!" she shrieked, struggling beneath him. "I am disgusted by you!" she spat, her chest heaving. "Don't you ever touch me again! Your touch is like poison. I can feel the filth of your mind on my skin!" Dirty?" he whispered, his voice cracking into a high, terrifying giggle. "She thinks I'm dirty? Then I'll show her what the dirt actually is. "Why can't you just die before coming, i don't want you, just go to your evil father." Piya said crying looking at her swollen belly. This story will get dark in further chapters. I will update every night. So please vote for next chapters, comments your thoughts, and also subscribe for more stories like this. copyright all the story line is mine . the picture and music used in this story credit goes to their original owner.
ahalya
Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.Hoàn thành
Fanaa
Tara and Ibrahim story. What happens when love turned into Obsession? This is not an obsession to ruin her, This obsession is far beyond his own existence. This went to the point where he found him ruining himself in her love, where he can go to any extent to claim her, to keep her with him, even if it takes to slaughter every single thing that tried to invade between his intense craving.Hoàn thành
The Superstar
She was on the run from the devil that was loved by all. The obsession of the country's biggest superstar that ruined the life of an ordinary girl. #1 in #superstar - 19/07/2023 BE WARNED - This book has abusive content and is not suitable for young audiences. Do not read if you are under 18
His Moonlight - II
The Continuation of His Moonlight.
Bekhudi- A tell of destructive love (Sample)
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.Hoàn thành
Tumhari Nilam
"When I look back at my life, I only find mistakes....Those mistakes are irreversible, life threatening and depressing, can I ever be able to find the truth of my heart? can I ever be able to find the man who protected me always in silence, who never expected anything in return... what if he starts expecting? what if he gets obsessed with me? what if he started setting boundaries for me?"
My ex-wife
"We are like magnets, pulled together by a force we can't control, yet pushing each other away when we get too close."
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.
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