A Siren in Silk (18+)
She was the orphan no one wanted. Living in her aunt’s crumbling house at the edge of the village, Meher knew only cruelty—slaps for answers, hunger for punishment, and eyes that stripped her bare even when she wore three layers of fabric. Her cousin almost took what wasn't his one monsoon night. Since then, she feared every man who looked too long. Until him. Thakur Veer Singh. The village lord. Feared. Respected. Worshipped like a god. He saw her once—walking barefoot through the fields, anklets silent, eyes lowered, lips trembling. And something in him snapped. He didn’t want her innocence. He wanted her fear, her silence, her scent, her shame—he wanted all of it. Only for himself. Not to tame her, but to claim her. Obsessively. Endlessly. Violently, if he must. She was forbidden. Untouchable. But he was a king in a village of lambs. And when a king wants something, the whole land bends. He’d lay the moon beneath her feet. He’d spill blood for the right to undo her silk. And when she finally moaned his name, he'd burn the entire village just to hear it again. She doesn’t know it yet... But Meher was never a siren. She was a storm—and she was always meant to ruin him. Disclaimer: 18+. If you feel uncomfortable, please don't read. Nudity, sex scenes, explicit words and extreme gore are depicted
