Loved even in ruins, a tale of twisted truth and lies, betrayals from the closest ones. See what happens when lies will be discovered and will all of them be brought up to the light or will some have to endure them alone? Aadhira x Adhikrit "Why would you love someone like me? I am broken, nothing but broken shards of glasses, fueled by my revenge, I'll end up hurting you in the worst ways possible, Just go away" "Agar chor kar jaana hi hota toh ye haath kabhi thamta hi nahi, ye kanch ke tukron ko bhi sambhalna jaanta hun, aur sabse zaruri baat, inhe main sambhalna chata hun" "Let's ruin empires togehter darling" "I'll ruin you first" "There's the woman I fell in love with" Aadhira My life was torn apart the day I lost the man I had been in love with for years. Dead. They never wanted a fatherless child to be their son-in-law. They called him a bastard, refused to see him for who he was, for what he was to me, all they saw was what society had labelled him as. One moment I was ready to be his, for forever, the other, I held his hand for the last time, I couldn't stop them, neither his death nor my family. It's been 5 years since I am all but surviving, planning my revenge. Now it's my time to rule, to conquer, to destory. This time I will get my revenge, for love has forever been the greatest, and revenge is something I never forget. Adhikrit From childhood they taught me devils come to you if you are a bad child, they said to be a good child and they don't harm you. But why fear something when you can be the same thing everyone fears? And so I became what everyone feared, a devil, the kind you keep a five feet distance from. This had been my life, being the dutiful son by day, fulfilling my responsibilities as the eldest son, and ruling my family's empire, making it reach heights that were once just a dream and by night, I become what everyone fears, the devil who destroys. The panther.

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #5 on Wattpad [04/07/26] #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] #10 on Wattpad [06/07/26] "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

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐟é 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬-𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? ✧･ﾟ: 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 :･ﾟ✧ - 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 - 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 - 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 - 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 & 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 🏅🏅🏅🏅 #1 in fantasy fiction (30/06/25) #4 in magical realism (30/06/25) #5 in cursed (5/07/25)

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

"I won't let anyone harm you..ever again." He promised, eyes filled with determination and possessiveness. Afterall, she is his...only his. "I know." She smiled kissing his cheek, her eyes filled with hope and happiness. ~~~ "I...I wi-ill protect you.." He pleaded, his voice cracking. He took a tentative step forward, but she recoiled, her body trembling with the weight of past pain. She looked at him, her eyes hollow, a tear tracing the line of her cheek as she let out a bitter laugh. "𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆...𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆." 𝔸 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ~~~~~~~ 🔞

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈

A reckless night of passion, a stranger's cold departure... But what happens when the man who ignited your wildest desires turns out to be the one person you never expected-your professor? Caught between forbidden attraction and harsh reality, she's about to step into a world of control, secrets, and a marriage she never wanted but can't escape. His touch burns like fire, his demands shatter every boundary. In this dangerous game of power and passion, surrender isn't a choice-it's survival. Brace yourself for a dark, steamy journey where love and control collide, and nothing is as it seems. 18+ | Explicit Content | Forced Marriage | Professor-Student Romance

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha