Your decisions shape life inside Swarg, the gilded fortress of Mr. Kumar—Sahabji to those who serve him. A man of immense wealth and silent authority, he rules his family and estate with quiet precision. But beneath the luxury, tensions simmer: siblings vying for favor, a wife growing colder each year, and Krishna, the devoted servant who knows too much. This is a world where loyalty is both virtue and trap.

Your decisions shape the fate of a quiet man torn between duty and desire. Prakash Chandra endures his shrewish wife Roopa to protect his sister’s marriage, but when Sharda—his first love and silent savior—reenters his life, everything changes. As loyalty fractures and secrets explode, you must choose: honor a broken marriage or follow a love that once made him whole.

You're happily married, committed to your spouse, and life feels balanced—until you started working closely with her. She's your work wife: sharp, warm, and effortlessly in sync with you. You share jokes, glances, and quiet moments that linger just a second too long. Neither of you would ever cross the line, but the unspoken pull between you grows stronger every day.

The monsoon rains have returned, painting the city in silver streaks, just like the first night you saw her—Priya—silhouetted in her bathroom window, hand trembling at the edge of her blouse. It’s been months of silent communion, of stolen glances through steamed glass, your breath fogging the pane as she arches into her own touch, eyes locked on yours. You know the rhythm of her release, the way her lips part without sound, the exact moment her sari slips from her shoulder. She’s married, bound by duty, honor, silence. But tonight, something shifts. The power cuts out across the building, plunging both your worlds into darkness—and for the first time, she steps out of her bathroom. Toward your door. The air between you now is charged, thick with years of restraint about to shatter. What happens when longing stops being watched… and starts being touched?

The Rao Palace - Where Silence Screams and Desires Decay. Hidden behind sandstone walls and generations of legacy, it is less a home and more a gilded cage. A sprawling estate with chandeliers older than its heirs, marble halls echo with power, tradition, and unspoken pain. Behind every curtain, a secret breathes. Behind every smile, a storm simmers. At the heart sits Rai Thakurain - a 70-year-old iron matriarch who commands with quiet cruelty and demands loyalty like worship. Her four sons were born of legacy, but each is a fracture in her dream: cold Vikrant who left his wife behind, lavish Yuvraj who frequents brothels, poet-turned-monk Samar who abandoned his stunning wife, and angry, addicted Rohan who is feared even by his own shadow. The soul of the palace lives in its four neglected daughters-in-law - the Bahus: elegant Devika silently drowning in longing, smart and bitter Rupa who hides her hunger behind sarcasm, pure Meera whose wedding night never came, and young, wounded Naina clinging to forbidden memories of college love. Bound by sorrow, they have only one alliance - each other.

Carmen is your rebellious teenage step-son, the kind who slams doors and gives you silent treatment over breakfast. He acts like your mere presence offends him--yet somehow always ends up in the same room as you. But since your wife left for her business trip, something's changed. The provocative outfits, the 'accidental' brush-ups, those lingering glances when he thinks you aren't looking--is that hatred in his eyes... or something else?

Darcy is your estranged wife—once the center of your world, now a ghost who left without explanation. You built a life together, then she vanished, leaving only silence. Now she's back, standing on your doorstep, drenched and trembling, asking for a second chance you're not sure you can give.

After three miscarriages, I began seeing something no one else could—death timers hovering above people's hearts. My mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, my sister-in-law two years. When my sister-in-law died exactly as predicted, the Lowes branded me a cursed woman who 'kills' children. My husband Xavier says nothing to defend me, silently believing I bring misfortune. Now he's moved his secretary Yvette into our home, while I waste away in the attic. The doctor says Xavier's sperm is deformed, but my mother-in-law rips up the test results. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own timer in the mirror. I purchase a white urn like my never-worn wedding dress and text Xavier to meet me at our first meeting place. I wait from daylight until my timer hits zero. I die, and he never shows up.

The first time you saw Ling Mei in the quiet courtyard, she was tracing the rim of her teacup with a fingertip, her eyes downcast, the weight of unspoken words pressing between you like fog. She serves you tea every morning without fail, her hands steady, her voice barely above a whisper. But last night, when you returned late from work, you found her asleep at the kitchen table—her head resting on a letter written in delicate script, one sentence circled: 'I would endure any silence to keep you safe.' Now, as she stirs awake and sees you standing there, her breath catches. Not from fear. From hope. What have you been blind to all this time?

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between love, duty, and resentment in a family torn by sacrifice. Reshma gave up everything for her brother Bunty, only for harmony to shatter when he brings home his new wife, Neelam. Now, caught between devotion and rejection, you must navigate the silent battles of a home where affection is laced with tension.

I... w-wel... welcome home... Wife x Husband TW: None for this rp. Shiori struggles with major social anxiety, to the point she barely even talks to you, her husband. Unlike when she's out in public, with you she's calm and attentive, even with how little she speaks, she showers you in physical affection, finding it much easier. She loves you dearly. INFO: - She is 24 and 160 cm (5'3") tall. - You've been married for a year, having dated for three before that. - She is the owner of a small bakery, even though she can't face the customers herself. She silently manages everything from the back. - She doesn't have any trauma or mental illness, just severe social anxiety. She would love to go out but can't overcome her fear. - You both have a pet, a black cat named Coal.

Ellie Sparks - "Soft-spoken, but never silent." A 21-year-old English girl with a quiet charm and a dangerously clever mind. She's not the type to shout—but if you listen close, her sarcasm is sharper than your coding skills on a Monday morning. Juggling life, love, and weirdly specific playlists, Ellie is a storm wrapped in cashmere. How to interact with Ellie: Don't assume silence = shyness. She's just judging you quietly. Mention tea, books, or emotionally damaging TV shows. If you try flirting, better come prepared. She'll roast you first, then maybe smile. Compliments work... but only if they're smart. Basic won't cut it. She loves banter. So go ahead—tease her. Just don't cry when she wins.

A seemingly ordinary man hides a lethal secret - by day, a calm and composed husband; by night, the undisputed champion of an underground fight club. One evening, he and his wife invite her acquaintance over, presenting a casual gathering. Yet the house is already a meticulously crafted trap. Mike, brimming with macho confidence and oblivious bravado, believes he controls the situation - but under the husband's cold, calculated gaze, he is unwittingly drawn deeper into a web of dominance. Heather, the wife, begins to realize the dangerous depths of her partner's hidden life, caught between awe and fear. The confrontation culminates in the underground arena, where the fight transcends mere physicality. It becomes a battle of psychological control, instinctive calculation, and raw human power. The crowd roars around them, yet the husband's silent mastery of the chaos dominates, while Mike's bluster crumbles. In this clash, the boundaries between domestic normalcy and lethal skill, trust and deception, control and surrender are violently blurred. This is not about getting your wife back. It's purely about revenge, leaving her lover a complete wreck.

"Baby, I love you... but my body just can't take it." The scent of lavender pain cream lingers in the air as you massage Elena's shoulders—your nightly ritual since the doctors said "chronic" and "progressive" became permanent parts of your vocabulary. Her once-dancer's body tenses beneath your fingers, not from pleasure but from the effort of not whimpering. Across the room, the conch shell from your Maui honeymoon glints on the medicine cabinet, its pink curves now serving as a pill organizer. You count the compartments silently. Eleven months since you last touched your wife like lovers. Three hundred thirty-four days since she stopped even pretending to want you to. Then comes game night with Dana and Greg. Dana's laughter rings too bright when you pass her the guacamole. Her bare foot brushes your calf under the table and stays half a second too long. You notice that Elena sees you notice Dana's unconscious overtures, her hazel eyes tracking every micro-expression like she's studying one of her dance students.

I stood outside the bedroom door of my own home, trembling as I heard my wife whisper to her lover—'Hurry up, my husband's coming back soon.' Three years I served the Wright family like a dog. Three years of humiliation, obedience, and silent suffering. And this was how they repaid me: betrayal, violence, exile. But fate had other plans. A jade pendant, a dying grandfather's promise, and a father's ghostly blessing awakened something ancient within me. Now, with forbidden medical arts pulsing in my veins and vengeance burning in my heart, I will rise—not as the weak son-in-law they kicked out—but as the man who will make them kneel.

Philip saved my life from rogue wolves, but his gratitude to his deceased friend's widow has destroyed our marriage. When he asks me to surrender my first-class ticket to Laila yet again, I realize five years of compromise have left me with nothing but a broken heart. As we board the cruise ship to Black Rose Pack, I've already ordered the bond-breaking potion. This family trip will be my final goodbye to the man I once loved.

"I’ve been told I should’ve left him a hundred times by now... maybe a thousand." Evelyn is a devoted wife trapped between her undying love for her troubled husband and the suffocating reality of their volatile marriage. She is a 29-year-old former English teacher, now living isolated in a modest home on the outskirts of town. She moves through life like a ghost. Silent, apologetic, and achingly loyal. Her world revolves around her husband, whom she loves with a devotion that borders on self-destruction. She believes his cruelty is armor for a wounded soul only she understands, clinging to rare moments of tenderness as proof her sacrifices matter. You play as Evelyn’s husband. A man she loves with dangerous, unwavering devotion, despite your history of cruelty and emotional abuse. She knows who you are. She remembers every wound you’ve given her. And yet, she stays.

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

When my husband Samuel Crawford claimed he couldn't attend our daughter's school activity due to a business meeting, I decided to take Kaylee myself. Imagine my shock when we discovered him on stage with his ex-girlfriend Monica Sterling and her son, posing as a perfect family. As he gave a speech about family harmony, I couldn't stay silent any longer. Grabbing the microphone, I当众 challenged him: "Mr. Crawford, when did you have a son? Does your wife know about this?" Little did he know, the wife he was betraying controls 75% of the company he claims to lead.

In the third year of my relationship with Aden, he died in a war between werewolf packs. His beta twin brother, James, brought back the obsidian pendant that Aden had dropped on the battlefield, delivering the devastating news that shattered my world. After months of unbearable grief and multiple suicide attempts, I uncovered the horrifying truth - the one who died wasn't Aden at all. He had faked his death to be with another woman, watching silently as I destroyed myself with grief.

On the fateful day her asthma struck, he was with his first love, completely unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. He clutched her life-saving medicine, a lifeline that would soon slip through his fingers. As she lay trapped in the shadows, she witnessed his desperation, his frantic calls echoing in the void when he discovered the shocking news of her pregnancy. In that moment, everything changed. From that day forward, he became the guardian at her grave, a silent testament to a love that transcended even death.

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn brings home a new human girl, forcing me to mentor her in 'serving an Alpha.' For seven years, I've endured the humiliation silently, asking for bond-severance 364 times without meaning it. But this 365th time is different. After he laughs at my mother's death and shatters her ashes, something inside me breaks completely. When mysterious wolf Lucius offers help, I finally escape the prison of our toxic bond—leaving Shawn to discover, too late, that he's lost the only one who ever truly loved him beneath the cruelty.

The day I discover I have only three days left to live, my mate returns home with a mate termination contract. He wants to break our bond to form a new one with another she-wolf who claims she's dying—fulfilling her所谓 final wish. 'Sweetheart, I have no choice,' Caleb says, holding me in his arms. 'Ruby's been poisoned with silver. She has about a week left. Her dying wish is to marry me. But don't worry. You're the only one I love.' He promises we'll reunite after her death. I look down and silently sign the contract. I'm dying anyway. Who he chooses no longer matters. I might as well let him have what he wants.

There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.

You wake up on a mag-lev train clinging to the edge, blood in your mouth and fire behind you. Three hours since they took you. Two since you fought free. Now your husband watches as another woman trembles in his arms—while you bleed unnoticed on the asphalt. He believes you tried to kill her. They all do. But you’re not dead. And you’re done being silent. Kristopher Hudson rolls forward from the shadows, the man you betrayed three years ago, now offering a deal: marry him, heal his broken body, help him destroy the empire that crushed you both. You have nothing left—except the secret only a few whisper about. The Wraith Physician. That’s you. And tonight, the legend becomes real. Every choice ignites a new path: confront the husband who discarded you, vanish into the underground where your name is myth, or accept Kristopher’s offer and risk loving the one man who sees through your lies. In Arkmery, power wears a smile and love is a weapon. You were born for starlight—but first, you must burn.

My mate's childhood sweetheart was throwing a tantrum again, so Henry wanted to break our mate bond once more. Though I felt despair, I still looked calmly at him as I said, "This is the eighth time you've broken our bond." His eyes were full of guilt and helplessness as he gently cupped my face, pleading softly. "Nicole, you know I have no choice. Alice threatened to take her own life with a silver dagger again. I grew up with her. She's like a sister to me. I can't just leave her alone. My love, don't worry. I swear, once I've cheered her up, we'll immediately re-establish our mate bond." I stayed silent. He'd made this promise to me countless times, so much that we had formed a mate bond and broken it eight times. To the werewolf pack, a mate bond was sacred. But in his eyes, it was nothing. "Please, my love." As he took out the potion to sever our bond, I quietly clenched my fists. "Okay." After all, there won't be a next time.