Lila was just a prison cook - until the most dangerous inmate in the facility decided she belonged to him. Dante doesn't speak much. He doesn't need to. With a single look, he commands fear and absolute obedience. When his dark obsession lands on the quiet, beautiful cook, her life ends and a new one begins - one where she is claimed, marked, and bred against her will. Dragged deeper into his terrifying world of power and control, Lila fights him at every turn. But Dante is patient, ruthless, and completely unhinged in his love. He will burn letters, break bones, and shatter every piece of her old life until the only thing left is him. In his cage, she is both prisoner and queen.

The room felt smaller than it was. Or maybe-it was just him. Naina stumbled back as Shiv moved forward. Not fast. Not angry. Just... certain. Every step he took seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. "Shiv... please," her voice shook. He didn't stop. He looked at her with the same detached focus he used for a police report. "Why do you keep pushing me to this, Naina?" he asked quietly. Her back hit the wall. Cold. Hard. No space left. "I didn't do anything..." she whispered. "You always say that," he replied. His voice was calm. Controlled. It was a thousand times worse than anger. She tried to bolt past him, but his hand caught her wrist. The grip was unyielding-a set of human shackles. "Don't," he said. The word was a final decree. Her heart pounded violently. "Let go..." His face came closer, his breath hot and terrifyingly intimate against her ear. "I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered. A pause. Her breath hitched. "...but you don't listen." Tears blurred her vision. Her body went still-not because she wanted to, but because she was paralyzed. And there was nowhere left to run. 🏅#1 in #policeofficer on 23/5/2026 🏅#1 in #husbandandwife on 25/5/2026

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

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: ??

""You want to run away, kitten?" he asked, his voice frighteningly calm. "Tell me... you wanted to get away from me?" "N-no... p-please. I-I'm sorry." She clasped her trembling hands together. His eyes were filled with a rage that made her blood run cold. She curled into herself, burying her face between her knees, desperately trying to make herself smaller. He caught her by the ankle and dragged her toward him. She screamed. Her eyes widened when she saw the glowing iron rod in his hand. Every breath caught in her throat as terror consumed her. "I-I'll never do it again! Please... leave me! Please forgive me this once!" He slowly raised the rod. Her scream tore through the room. And then- silence. He lowered it without a word, his expression unreadable. "Remember this fear, kitten," he whispered coldly. "The next time you think about running from me... remember exactly why you should never try."

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to my first desi story. I hope you will enjoy reading it❣️ Happy reading✨️

(UNDER MAJOR EDITING) *********************************************** I took a deep breath before I opened the door to the room. Rana was no where to be found ,I heard the door slam shut behind me,i flinched and turned around only to find Rana starring down at me in pure anger. His tall frame towered over my little self as he came closer to me, instinctively I moved back till I reached the bed . Before I could fall he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him . "I had to bow my head down today , because of you I had to apologize to people who aren't even fit for the office,my father entrusted me with the responsibility of the kingdom and on your very first day in court you insult the entire body of Maharashtra,the very pillar of Hindustan!"he said slowly in anger . I didn't dare look up,"I'm so-" "Don't you dare try to apologize right now!! He cut me off shouting and I flinched at his harsh tone.. "Strip!!" He commanded and I looked at him in shock. *********************************************** Journey with Priyanka also known as Lakshmi as she battles the daily life of becoming the yuvraani of yuvraaj Ranvijay adiraj Singh Rathore!!

***Disgraced CEO blackmails/seeks revenge against the prosecutor who got him sent to prison*** As a criminal prosecutor, Lauren Avery built her career destroying dangerous men in court. Years ago, she sent a wealthy and respected man, Michael Bennett, to prison. But now he's out. Her father owes a frightening amount of money to the wrong people and Michael arrives with an offer that feels less like a deal and more like a prison sentence: Live under his roof until the debt is repaid. Michael is looking for revenge in the form of humiliation and control. Poetic justice for the years he lost because of her. For her to be trapped like he was. What was supposed to be revenge, becomes something neither of them saw coming.