"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

Story about yug and ehaana, yug was in love with idha elder sister of ehaana . They were a perfect couple, but circumstances forced yug to marry, ehaana. Yug couldn't move on from idha , ehaana silently gave up on their marriage. They were like roommates who living together, without any love , obligation towards each other. Will yug ever be able to forget idha and love ehaana? This story is about the emotional struggle of yug who can't forget his first love and ehaana who died everyday in this relationship. His lost love ***

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. And addressed the crowd. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ★ In which he came to ruin her, but she became his ruin instead. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Veer has always believed she is his little baby the innocent girl he has spoiled, protected, and carried through every stage of her life. But he has made one mistake. He never realized how deeply she had become attached to him. For as long as she can remember, Veer has been the center of her world. Every wish, every demand, every little thing she wanted he gave her without hesitation. He taught her to expect his attention, his protection, his presence. And now, she wants more than the place of a cherished little girl in his life. She wants Veer to finally understand that she has grown up with one constant desire: to have him choose her. The problem? Veer still sees innocence where there is calculation. He worries that the world will change her. He fears other people will take advantage of her sweetness. He believes she needs to be protected from everyone. He doesn't realize that the person he should be worried about is the little girl he spoiled himself. Because she knows Veer's weaknesses better than anyone. She knows how to make him worry. She knows how to make him stay. She knows exactly when to be stubborn and exactly when to become the sweet little baby he can never refuse. And she has no intention of letting him see the truth. Because if pretending to be innocent is what keeps Veer close, then she'll wear that mask for as long as it takes. After all, obsession doesn't always look dangerous. Sometimes, it looks like the person Veer has spent years protecting.

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had been a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly. For one condition. As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name. But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything? Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own? Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him? Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her... or get her killed.

"P-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I promise, ! don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-Adrien! stop! I I please!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

Prologue: The Price of Stardom The water was always too cold, and Ahaan's patience was always too thin. "Again," Ahaan said, his voice dropping into that familiar, terrifyingly gentle register that never once matched the violence of his actions. "I'm tired," Aradhya begged, her voice raw, trembling against the sterile, soundproofed walls of the recording studio. "Sing, Aradhya. I don't have the whole day," he replied smoothly. She cried, a silent, helpless slipping of tears that she had learned never to wipe away. It only prolonged the waiting. He didn't hesitate. He slapped her-precise, heavy, designed to shock the system rather than bruise the face that the world would soon worship. "I. Am. Not. Paying. For. Tantrums," he said coldly. With practiced indifference, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and dunked her face straight down into the ice-filled bucket of water kept beside the console. The shock tore the breath from her lungs. When he pulled her back up, gasping and shivering, he offered no towel, only a command. "Sing." She took a ragged, desperate breath, swallowed the panic clawing at her throat, and sang. Her pitch was flawless. Her tone was haunting. And that was how Aradhya Kashyap recorded her first song.

His grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. She was shaking terribly, terrified of the intensity in his eyes. The suffocating closeness between them made her feel as though she might collapse at any moment. She could feel his monstrous huge length on her gut, his cold cigarette breath on her face. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, sharp whisper that brooked no argument. When she hesitated, frozen by fear, he leaned in closer, his presence entirely overwhelming her. "So you want me to grab your hairs and drag you to our room and make you bounce....." before he finishes his words she instantly opened her eyes and started looking into his eyes. She can't go back to his room, not after what he had done with her not after all the humiliation he made her go through in that room. She was holding her breath making her neck curves look visible that all he wants is to suck her until he mark her entire body but he controlled his inner beast who was dying to taste her. "Your brother is on the way," he warned, his voice cutting through the silence like ice. "And I don't want him knowing a single thing about what is happening between us."She remained completely still, her breath catching in her throat, her wide eyes locked onto his. Before she could process the threat, the distant sound of a car pulling into the driveway echoed through the house.

Siddharth and Naina were meant for each other. Until family decided otherwise. Now Naina is married to his younger brother-a man who neither loves nor values her. Forced to watch the woman he still loves suffer in silence, Siddharth is trapped between duty and desire, loyalty and longing. In a world bound by tradition and sacrifice, some loves refuse to die. But can two hearts torn apart by circumstance ever find their way back to each other? ------ Tropes - - Forbidden Love - Longing hearts - Brother's Wife - Soulmates Forced Apart - Family Pressure / Duty vs Desire - Second Chance Romance - Emotional Torment / Watching from Afar - Unhappy Marriage (Naina's) - Protective Hero - Angsty Slow Burn - Will They / Won't They