"In a world where secrets and lies reign supreme, Ishan's life is turned upside down.. Forced into a marriage with a man consumed by vengeance and ambition, Ishan is trapped in a living nightmare. "P-please...leave me alone," Ishan begged, his voice shaking with tears. "Never," his captor growled, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "You'll be mine, forever." As Ishan struggles to survive the deadly game of cat and mouse, he uncovers the shocking truth about his husband's ruthless ambition. Will Ishan be able to escape the toxic web of deceit and revenge, or will he become the next pawn in a deadly game of power and control? Dive into the dark, twisted world of 'Bound by Deceit' to find out."

"Try anything kitty, you were,are and will be mine always" ~DESI INDIAN BL~ • Hritik chatterjee (Mohini) × kartik yash Rajvanshi (psycho) • Neel chatterjee (bunny) × Anirudh Rai Singh (wolf)

A story of Love, obsession, pleasure, lust and Fire. Rudra Rajput and Anurag Sharma.. What happens when the desires he had for his best friend comes out? when he can't control himself after a damn 7 years of Separation... When he is Cruel to the world but soft as cream to HIS WORLD...

"A cursed heir. A forced ghost marriage. An innocent boy bound to a haunted haveli. When Veeransh and Aariv are tied together by fate, what begins as superstition becomes a love powerful enough to defy even death." MXM mpreg supernatural LGBT bl violence abuse

~"He was just a boy. I was a monster who only knew how to love in ruins."~ ° ° ° ° ° ° Feared by the underworld, mafia boss "Aaryan" hides a secret - a heart that beats only for one person: "Vihaan", an ordinary college student. Aaryan watches him from afar, protects him in the shadows, and collects every smile like a treasure. But obsession has no boundaries. When danger threatens Vihaan, Aaryan steps out of the shadows - not as a savior, but as the possessive lover he never asked for. What happens when love turns into a cage, and the innocent boy becomes the one with all the power? INDIAN BL DARK ROMANCE BXB MAFIA X STUDENT AGE GAP SOFT TOP POWER BOTTOM MATURE CONTENT 🔥 Note: Story will contain A LOT of mature content so....read at your own risk.... enjoy (I guess).... No hate comments...if you don't like the story.... Respectfully leave. [Pictures used are from Pinterest and belong to the rightful owners.] •Short chapters ahead 👀💁‍♀️

A normal happy life with his small family is what the boy imagined for his future but a cruel man came in his destiny changing everything.... Caging him.... His body... His life... His future.... Everything.....He is now a like a bird in a cage in his PINJRA.... WARNING INDIAN BL BL STORY BXB FORCED LOVE DOMINATION AGE GAPE ABUSE FORCED MPREG OBSESSION POSSESSIVE GL(few scenes) FAMILY DOMINATION

"O-oh my g-god, j-jungkook you m-marked him". Mrs jeon, jungkook's mother yelled in disbelief with her eyes widen in horror when she saw her only ten years old son whose eyes are burning bloody golden and possessively holding the five years old unconscious little baby taehyung in his arms with a mating mark shining on his neck. When jeon jungkook got deadly and insanely obsessed with his own cousin and one day, he marked his own cousin in his obsession, forcefully. What will happened next? will taehyung accept him when he will grew older? or by passing time, jungkook's possession will reached to such limits from where no turning back? So dive in the story of possession and enjoy jungkook being dangerously obsessed with his own cousin. this story will contain.... *obsession * pre birth obsession * madness * possession * top jungkook * bottom taehyung * forced marking * insane lover * addiction * stalking * psycho behaviour please if you are uncomfortable then leave without leaving any hate comments....

He sat on the floor, shaking-eyes swollen, fists clenched. Ansh's sobs echoed off the marble walls, soft at first, then cracking like thunder. "Why did I think this was love?" he whispered. "Why did I believe in you?" Beyond the half-closed door, a man stood still. Listening. But not moving. Not even an inch. The sound of heartbreak didn't move him-he had trained himself too well. "This marriage is duty," he whispered to himself. "Nothing more." And so, he walked away. Leaving the boy alone-protected, married... But unloved.

They said the Singh Mansion had ghosts. Not the kind that howled - the kind that watched. When Veer stepped inside its gates, the air shifted. Too still. Too knowing. Like the walls remembered. No one said why Aarav brought him back. Not even Veer. The heir's eyes held no welcome. Only silence. Cold. Calculated. And somewhere beneath it... a wound still bleeding. His mother warned him, once: "Some houses don't keep people. They swallow them." Now she sleeps in a locked room. And Veer dreams of doors that close too softly. Footsteps that never echo. And the man at the end of the hall - Something had begun long before he arrived. And it was waiting to finish with him.

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.