⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚

[𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫] Being raised in a household where you're regularly reminded that there's no one for you. Where you are abused, taunted, mocked and everyone makes you feel like you're not good for anything. Hurts, right ?? 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚, a girl who never knew what family felt like until a girl entered her life unknowingly and made her feel loved regularly. They became best friends. She found her escape in her and her family but till when will they treat her as a part of their family?? One or the other day they have to part ways. That's what she had thought until her best friend's brother came into the scene. He made her heart flutter unintentionally and she started seeing him in a new light who felt like a soft breeze of air that gave her comfort just like his name, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. He's what you call a chivalrous man, who knows how to treat others with love and care because he's showered with endless love by his doting parents. He's blessed with everything but never did he take anything for granted. All he aims for is to make his parents proud and marry his lady love with whom he's been in love with for don't know how many years unknown of the fact that she loves him too. Will she acknowledge her feelings for him or shoo them away ?? Will they bloom in love or part their ways while having each other in their hearts, calling it their kind of forever? [Note : please don't promote your story in the comment section of my book.]

"𝐄𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐩𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" •• "Feel that?" Keeping her hand still, he asked. "That's what you do to me," his voice low. "Every time I think of you. Every time I see you. Every time I hear you laugh." An unplanned meeting developed into a friendship, then into something more. •• The kind and sweet soul, Adhira Singhal, never imagined she would give love another opportunity, but after meeting him, everything in her life completely changed. Adwait Singh Rathod, the king of Udaipur and a successful CEO, never imagined he would fall in love, but after meeting her, he can't help but want to offer her everything. Discover how they come to love and trust one another by reading the book.

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞- 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞." 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. This book might be triggered you⚠️, so read at your own risk. Started: 7th March, 2024. Ended: 12th July, 2025

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Priya: "I yearn to be someone's top choice, not just a backup plan. I don't need to be perfect; I just want to be myself. I dream of a love like the ones in stories and movies, enduring through thick and thin. I want someone who loves all of me - the sad, the happy, the messy, and the unpredictable. I want to be the main character in my own story, but it feels like everyone else is holding the pen." Arnav: "In this brutal world, you either wield cruelty or become its prey. Her entrance cracked open the ice around my heart, revealing the decay within. I was a hollow shell, untouched by emotion. But deep within me, a savage entity lies in wait. I didn't know I needed to be healed until I met her. It hungers for vengeance against any who dare to harm her." Blurb :- Priya recoiled as if struck, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. "Arnav, I-I'm just trying to help," she stammered, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. I scoffed, the bitterness rising within me like bile in my throat. "Help?" I spat, the word dripping with scorn. "You think you can help me? You're nothing but a burden, Priya-a reminder of everything I've sacrificed for the sake of our companies." Tears spilled from her eyes, tracing a shimmering path down her cheeks as she stared at me with wounded disbelief. "I thought maybe, just maybe, there could be more between us," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of my own self-loathing. I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing off the walls of our empty apartment like a cruel mockery. "There is no 'us,' Priya," I spat, the words tearing at my throat like razors. "We're nothing but strangers bound by a contract-a marriage of convenience, nothing more."