Arohi's POV
I woke up with a pounding head. The room spun around me as I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of where I was. My body felt heavy, weak.....Then reality hit me.
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BL(Boy× Boy ) From the very first glance, Aditya knew Rahul belonged to him. Only his. At first, it felt like a fairytale for Rahul—but things changed when Aditya grew more and more possessive. Soon their love turned into a toxic trap. “Say it. You’re mine.” “I… I’m yours.” “You think you can leave me? Or that I’ll just let you go?” Aditya’s voice was calm—too calm, the kind of calm that drips with blood. “You’ve seen my love… now you’ll taste my revenge. And it will burn through every inch of you until nothing remains.” Rahul’s voice shook, breaking into fear and defiance. “I hate you.” Aditya’s smile was a blade in the dark, cruel and merciless. “Say it again. Hate me all you want. Because even if you hate me… I will still take you. Still ruin you. Still keep you under me all night until you remember who owns you. And you will learn—there is no escape from me.” Rahul stumbled back, his shoulders hitting the cold wall. A tear slipped down his cheek. “You weren’t like this before…” Aditya’s eyes burned, his voice like a slow, poisonous whisper. “You made me this the moment you walked away. You broke me, Rahul. And now you’ll live inside the pieces you shattered.” In this world, love was not gentle. It was fire. It was poison. It was a chain around the throat. And Aditya—relentless, merciless, maddening—was inescapable.
Bl(boy× boy) Sahan is trapped in a marriage he never wanted ...... bound to Tejas Shekhawat, a powerful businessman to the world but in truth, the ruthless king of the mafia, who controls his every move. Behind his perfect mask hides a monster who will do anything to keep him his. Desperate for freedom, Sahan begins to plan his escape from his dark world. But will he succeed… or will he find him again before he can run? Join the journey to witness her fight for freedom .... and his deadly obsession.
(Boy×Boy) You… you monster,” Taehyung whispered, his voice shaking. “I hate you.” Jungkook’s dark eyes flashed. He moved instantly, a shadow of pure power. His hand shot out, grabbing Taehyung’s arm with brutal force. He spun him around and slammed him against the cold, stone wall. The impact was hard, knocking the air from Taehyung’s lungs. Taehyung struggled wildly. He pushed against Jungkook’s chest, but it was like pushing a mountain. Jungkook didn’t flinch. With one powerful hand, he easily trapped both of Taehyung’s thin wrists, crushing them together above his head. Taehyung cried out in pain and fear. Jungkook’s other hand gripped Taehyung’s waist, his fingers digging in possessively. He pulled their bodies tightly together, leaving no space between them. Taehyung could feel the king’s strong body against his, and he twisted his face away, a desperate scream building in his throat. The struggle only seemed to please Jungkook. A dark, hungry look filled his eyes. He fisted his hand in Taehyung’s hair, forcing his head back. He leaned in close, his lips almost touching Taehyung’s. “You are mine,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and dangerous. Then he crushed his mouth against Taehyung’s in a fierce, punishing kiss. It was not gentle. It was hard and demanding, a claim of ownership. Taehyung tried to turn away, tried to scream, but Jungkook held him too tightly. When Jungkook finally pulled back, Taehyung was trembling and breathless. Without a word, Jungkook threw him onto the large, black bed. Taehyung scrambled backward, trying to escape, his eyes wide with terror. Jungkook followed slowly, his presence filling the room. He climbed onto the bed, trapping him. “Do you love me?” Jungkook’s voice was cold and hard. Taehyung, shaking, pressed his lips together. He refused to answer. Jungkook’s face darkened. “I will not ask again. Do. You. Love. Me?” Silence. A cruel, cold smile spread across Jungkook’s lips. “You have been a very bad husband. It is time you learned your place.” His hand snapped out, grabbing Taehyung’s ankle with iron strength. He yanked him violently, dragging him back across the bed with a single pull. Taehyung screamed, a raw sound of pure fear. “Help me! Please, someone help!” Jungkook smiled down at him, a predator with its prey. He knew it was useless. They were in his castle, in his world. No one would come. No one would dare to challenge the Devil King for his prize. Taehyung was completely his.
Adhiraj Raichand. At twenty-nine, he was the most ruthless businessman anyone had ever known. Cold. Calculating. Merciless. People feared him—not because of what he said, but because of what a single look from him could do. One glare, one flicker of his temper, and entire empires crumbled. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t forget. The grand mansion gleamed under the evening lights for a wedding that was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. Adhiraj had chosen his bride. She was the woman he wanted. But love had played its cruelest trick. When he saw her standing apart, the truth struck him like a blade driven straight into his chest. The girl before him—the one standing in bridal silks, ready to take vows—was not the woman he had chosen. Not the woman he had given his heart to. It was her older stepsister. She had lied. She had whispered sweet words into his ear, made him believe she was his, made him fall—deep and mercilessly. She had played with his feelings, let him dream of a future that was nothing but an illusion. She had told him she was his bride. And he had believed her. "I... I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn’t have a choice..." She didn’t even complete her sentence. In an instant, his hand shot out and clamped around her arm. He spun her, pinning her against the cold wall. His grip was iron, unyielding, tightening with the promise of deep purple bruises. "Please," she whimpered, terror flooding her eyes. "Someone will see us. Release me—" His gaze burned into her, sharp as a blade. "Please, marry my sister, she is—" CRACK. He didn’t strike her. His fist slammed into the wall beside her head. The sickening sound echoed through the hall. Blood welled from his split knuckles, dripping onto his pristine white sleeve. She froze, trembling like prey cornered by a predator. ................................................................... "Don’t... this is wrong," she pleaded, tears streaking down her face. "You’re my brother-in-law." A slow, terrifying smile spread across his lips. It was the smile of a predator savoring the hunt. He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear, his voice a dark, poisonous whisper. "You said to me, ‘You will take whatever punishment I give you.’ Remember?" His tone was lethal. "So... shall we begin?" He took a step, and she stumbled back—her spine colliding with the wall, trapped. "This marriage happened by your will," he declared, his voice cold and final. "But the wedding night... that will happen by my will."
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