Under the Red Lights

She was only passing by. But her scent reached him again, driving him mad. Before she could even process what was happening, she was pinned against the wall in front of all the girls. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, trying to free herself. He leaned closer, his eyes burning with anger. “Don’t you feel ashamed doing this work?” She looked straight into his eyes. “No. Why should I? When people like you aren't ashamed of coming here, why should I?” An undercover cop enters the dark world of illegal brothels with one mission—to expose the network and rescue the girls trapped inside it. But then he meets the brothel's star girl. Unlike the others, she claims she wasn't trafficked. She chose this life. He doesn't believe her. And the more he tries to uncover the truth behind her choice, the more she gets under his skin. He came to destroy her world. He never expected her to become the one thing he couldn't walk away from. Tropes: Undercover Cop × Brothel Star Enemies/Antagonistic Attraction Forced Proximity Morally Grey characters She Challenges His Beliefs “I Don’t Need Saving” Female Lead Mystery/ Hidden Past Slow-Burn Attraction

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RAAG: MELODY OF THE HEART

Dedication To the kind of love that doesn't need voices- only eyes, silence, and two hearts that understand each other. ••☆☆☆☆•• Bani. 20 years old. Mute girl. A quiet devotee of Lord Shiva, with a heart full of faith and eyes full of unspoken dreams. An introvert by nature, innocence woven into her every step. She never believed true love would ever find her... Until fate sent someone who didn't need words to hear her soul. ••☆☆☆☆•• He wiped her tears gently. "Don't cry," he said softly. Their eyes met. "I'll protect you with my life," he promised. "Then pay with your life... because no one can protect her from me today," A voice rang out along with a gun shot.

Avni : His Silent light

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

KHUSHI: HIS LAWLESS LOVE

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Ruhi: his Darkest devotion

Ruhi has always trusted him, he has been there for her through thick and thin. She believes their bond is unbreakable. But there's a side to him that Ruhi never saw coming - a side so dark and obsessive that it threatens to shatter everything. His love for her has always been intense, but over time, it has morphed into something far more sinister. He's been watching her, sending anonymous gifts, tracking her every move, and hiding a secret journal filled with his twisted fantasies. His devotion to her isn't just love - it's a dangerous obsession, and it's consuming him. When Ruhi unknowingly stumbles upon the truth, she's horrified to learn that the person she trusted most has been secretly plotting to make her his, no matter the cost. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content (smut) and non-consensual situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. The content is intended for mature audiences 18+ only. If you are sensitive to such themes, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this story.

Devil's Possession

"Please... please help me, he is selling me, please help me," she cried out to him, her voice cracking with desperation. Rudra said nothing at first. His eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face . "Shaadi karogi mujhse?" he asked, his tone flat, unreadable. (Will you marry me?) She just looked at him, frozen, her lips parted but unable to speak. "Shaadi kar lo mujhse. Bacha loonga tumhe," he said again, voice steady and emotionless. (Marry me. I'll save you.) She stared at him, still mute, unable to decide what was worse. Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the road. Another man came running, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he called out to her. "Aakhir mil hi gayi tu!" he exclaimed, a mix of relief and fury etched across his face. (Finally, I found you) She turned slowly, horrified to see the face she thought she had escaped. Her husband. He reached out for her hand, but she flinched. "Chal, tera naya maalik tera intezaar kar raha hai," he said coldly. (Come, your new owner is waiting for you.) She took a step back instinctively as he advanced. The pain in her heart was louder than any scream. "Kya daam lagaya hai iska?" Rudra asked, stepping between them. (How much did you price her for?) Her husband raised a brow, confused. "Kya?" (What?) Rudra remained still, his voice low and steady. "Jitna daam lagaya hai, usse das guna zyada doonga. Bech do isse mujhe." (Whatever price you set for her, I'll give you ten times more. Sell her to me.)