Caged Flame

Trigger Warning:

This story contains themes of emotional abuse, possessiveness, obsession, non-consensual punishment, and psychological trauma within a toxic relationship. Reader discretion is advised.

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She belonged to him the moment he laid eyes on her.

And she never truly escaped.

Not even now.

Not even when her eyes silently begged for space.

Medha was his wife. His world. His possession.

She was everything Omkara had ever wanted—and the one thing he refused to lose.

Even if it meant caging her wings.

Even if it meant hurting her when she disobeyed.

But wasn’t love supposed to be that way?

Rough, raw, selfish… consuming?

Omkara believed so. And Medha…

She believed him.

She had to.

Because when the world clapped for him, she stood silent in the shadows.

And when the cameras turned away, his obsession came alive.

Om was never gentle—not in his touch, not in his words.

He didn’t believe in asking.

He took.

And she gave in.

Again.

And again.

Because she was afraid of him.

And because she loved him.

Yes.

Medha loved him.

In the most painful, complicated, terrifying way.

She didn’t understand it herself.

Why her heart still fluttered when his voice softened.

Why she cried in his arms when he whispered “I need you.”

Why she let him hold her after punishing her.

Why she forgave him—every time.

Maybe because she believed he was broken too.

Maybe because she wanted to fix him.

Or maybe because she never learned to love herself without him.

To the world, Omkara was the definition of perfection.

A superstar. A legend.

Tall, magnetic, intense.

But Medha knew better.

She knew the man behind the mask.

The man who kissed her forehead and chained her soul.

The man who said, “I love you too much to let you disobey me.”

He didn’t need to raise his voice.

A look was enough.

A small frown could freeze her steps.

And when he punished her, it wasn’t just pain—it was control.

Spanking was his favorite.

A way to remind her that she belonged to him.

A way to turn her tears into submission.

He called it passion.

She called it power.

And yet… she never told anyone.

Not even Lamya.

Because despite everything… Medha didn’t want anyone to hate him.

She didn’t want Lamya to say "You deserve better."

Because she wasn’t sure she did.

Lamya was the only friend Medha had.

The only one Om couldn’t erase.

But he tried.

He hated Lamya with a passion he never bothered to hide.

He said she was a bad influence.

That she was jealous.

That she wanted to break their marriage.

That she looked at him too long and talked to Medha too much.

But Lamya wasn’t the threat.

She was the light.

A light Omkara feared.

Because Lamya could see right through him.

She saw how Medha shrank when he entered the room.

She heard the silence between their walls.

She felt the tension in Medha’s voice every time she said, “I’m fine.”

Lamya never liked Om. Not even before.

But now, she hated him.

Hated the way he called pain “love.”

Hated the way he left bruises with kisses.

Hated the way Medha cried at night and smiled in the morning like nothing happened.

Lamya had made up her mind.

She would protect Medha.

Even if Medha didn’t want to be saved.

Even if Medha said, “Don’t say anything against him.”

Even if Medha flinched when she mentioned his name but still whispered, “He didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Because Lamya knew—

This wasn’t love.

It was fear disguised as loyalty.

Obsession dressed in silk.

But Medha couldn’t see it.

All she saw was a man who punished her and then cradled her like glass.

Who made her cry and then kissed her until she fell asleep.

Who whispered “You’re mine” like it was the most romantic vow.

He never needed to raise a hand to prove his control.

His presence was enough.

His silence could command her better than any scream.

Medha obeyed.

Because somewhere deep inside, a part of her still believed he loved her.

And maybe… he did.

In his own twisted, poisoned, broken way.

Maybe Omkara’s love was all he knew how to give.

And Medha had decided—

If that’s the only love she would ever know,

She would survive it.

But Lamya?

She refused to let that be the end.

She started digging.

Om’s past.

His scandals.

The truth behind his first marriage.

The secrets he buried so deep that even Medha didn’t know.

Because if there was a crack—just one—Lamya would find it.

She would fight for Medha.

Even if Medha never asked her to.

Even if Medha pushed her away.

Even if it meant standing against a man the world worshipped.

Because Medha didn’t need pity.

She needed power.

She needed to know she could live outside his shadow.

That her voice still mattered.

That love didn’t have to hurt.

Lamya knew the truth:

Sometimes love isn’t enough to save you.

Sometimes you need someone who’s not afraid to fight for you.

Even when you’re too tired to fight for yourself.

Caged Flame is a story of twisted love, emotional prisons, and the fragile hope that somewhere beyond the fear, freedom still exists.

This is not a romance.

This is a reckoning.

Coming soon .

Om is the villainous hero. Will Om change? Will he try to change for his one and only love Medha? ..