Darkerotica Stories

{Read the book ongoing; I will remove half of this book once it's completed} ERA ONE IN SWATI UNIVERSE #1 The Thakur Legacy ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𓆩🖤𓆪꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. Siya Kapoor never believed in quiet men. And Raghav Rana? He was too quiet. Too patient. Too perfect. A village head who bows before his wife... Yet rules like a king behind her back. He lets her dominate him. Let her break him. Let her believe she holds the power. But the question is- Is he really the man she sees? Or is Siya falling in love with a version he's carefully chosen to show her? Because in the shadows of their laughter, desire, and growing love... 1989 still breathes. A buried past. Two sisters. Blood, power, and a truth that was never meant to resurface. And when it does- Siya won't just question her marriage. She'll question everything. Including the man she calls her husband. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𓆩🖤𓆪꒱ ˎˊ˗ Ongoing: 31 July 2025, updated 27 chapters; views (93.4K) on my previous account. Ongoing here: 19 September 2026, TOP RANKING 🥇 #1 in VIRGINHERO #1 in EROTICAROMANCE #1 in ASPIRATION #1 in WATTPADDREAMWORKERCONTEST2014 #1 in WATTPADFICTION #1 in VILLAGELOVE #2 in SLOWBURN #3 in DARKEROTICA #4 in STORY #6 in DESIROMANCE #7 in INDIAN WIFE #7 in DOMINANT FEMALE #10 in VILLAGEROMANCE #32 in AGEGAPROMANCE copyright @authorswati

Kidnapped, tormented and tortured. Will Kara still find it in herself to love her captor - the monster that kills for his so called art? Will she - His Doll - fall for The Doll Maker. Or will she just eventually die a brutal death like the the previous ones he captured. *** ENGLISH Dark Adult Horror Romance

This story is about two people who are different not only in their professions, but also in the choices they make. In the actions they take. A contract that helps Aira save her mother's life becomes the very thing that binds her to the worst nightmare she thought she'd escaped from. After all, you can't escape the devil's den once you're caught. They say every devil offers a choice. He did too - either submit willingly or he'll make you submit his way. And trust me, you'll regret choosing the second option. These two souls can either create a love story or... write one another's death story. Depends. Dive into "His Possession Her Hell" to discover which fate awaits them. Glimpse of story -→ Aira barely had a moment to breathe before she felt him - Karan. He had entered silently, the door clicking shut behind him. She froze when she felt his presence behind her - too close, too intense. His breath brushed against her ear, his voice soft. "Do you like your new home, little fighter?" A shiver ran down her spine. She turned to look at him, heart hammering against her ribs. She hesitated. "There's no... lock on the door?" He gave a dark smile. "Why would I lock something I own?" Her heart skipped. She hated how easily he could rattle her. He was watching her-his eyes dark, unreadable, as if daring her to run, knowing she couldn't. Her eyes filled with rage, "You don't own me," she whispered.

"𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 " .・。.・* ·✭・.・*° ♪・◐ "Where duty and desire entwine, a delicate balance of power and passion unfolds. In a world of high stakes and hidden agendas, Hamza Ali Zaman, a ruthless CEO with a shield of ice around his heart, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Alishba Saeed, a brilliant and fiery lawyer who's determined to keep her heart locked away. Bound together by the ties of an arranged marriage, they'll navigate a complex web of secrets, expectations, and forbidden desires. As they confront their pasts and the masks they've worn, they'll discover that the greatest battle is not between them, but within themselves. Will their love be the key to unlocking their true selves, or will it be the very thing that tears them apart?" "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✥ • 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 • 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 • 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐄𝐎

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He waited until the doctor left the room. Then turned to me, cold and certain. "You have seven days," he said. "Seven days to mourn your husband. Cry for him. Curse him. Bury whatever part of yourself loved him." He stepped closer again, and I couldn't breathe. "Because on the eighth day," his voice dropped to a whisper, "I will come to you." His eyes burned into mine. "And you will surrender your body to me."