He was never meant to be mine. But when fate gave me a way in, I stayed. Alexander Kensington was born with everything, wealth, grace, legacy. But beneath the perfection lies ruin. A past no one sees. Scars no one touches. A soul quietly unraveling. When his twin sister vanishes days before her arranged marriage, Alexander is forced to take her place, an act of duty that sends him straight into the orbit of Atlas King. Dangerous. Unforgiving. Trapped in a world of violence and shadows. Atlas was never supposed to want him but Alexander was never supposed to feel like home. What begins as cold tension turns into something far more devastating. A slow, aching pull neither of them can escape. In stolen moments and fractured nights, two men learn to choose each other over and over again, even when the world demands they don't. But love, like ruin, leaves its mark and some scars were made to be worshipped. [ Word Count: 200,000 to 260,000 ] ******************************************************* Author's Note: Marked by Ruin contains mature themes and sensitive subject matter that may be triggering for some readers. This includes but is not limited to: - Depictions of trauma - Sexual assault (non-graphic but emotionally heavy) - Mental health struggles (including depression, PTSD, suicidal ideation) - Abuse of power and manipulation - Scenes of violence and underground fighting - Explicit sexual content (18+) This story is a journey of healing, love, and reclamation, but it does not shy away from the darkness its characters endure. Please read with care, and prioritize your well-being above all.

"I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 23-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 35-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (10 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

Arjun Singhania, a successful CEO living under the weight of his family's expectations, has always kept one truth tucked quietly in his heart. That truth begins and ends with his PA, Veer Mehra. Veer, gentle and unsure of his own identity, never imagined his life would get tangled with his boss's in ways he couldn't explain. But when an unexpected twist turns Arjun's arranged marriage into something far more complicated, both men find themselves standing at the edge of a fate neither of them saw coming. What starts in secrecy and confusion slowly unfolds into a story of identity, courage, and a connection too deep to ignore.

🖤 BOOK 1 OF THE SIN SERIES 🚨 ACP Advay Rathod was raised to hunt criminals - not fall for them. 🖤 The prime suspect? Zeyaan Mirza - charming, unpredictable, and possibly insane. ⚡ One believes in justice. The other rewrites the rules of chaos. 🔥 Investigation turns personal when obsession replaces suspicion. 💣 In this case, love might be the ultimate crime. © 2026 by silentwriter_24 All Rights Reserved. This story is my original work. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or reproduce any part of this book without my permission. ⚠ Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, and situations are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is coincidental. This story contains crime, violence, mature themes, and Boys' Love (BL) romance intended for mature readers.

Shot in the head and ready to die, Rudra is rescued and secretly nursed by a most unlikely saviour. A 13 year old boy. Rudra watches in helpless silence as his saviour is mistreated and abused. After one night of intolerable torment, Rudra promises little Agni to save him. Still disoriented and gravely sick, Rudra regains partial memory and runs away, forgetting his promises to Agni. They meet again a decade on. Rudra is now an advocate and Agni a full member of his adoptive family, a transformed person. Rudra doesn't recognize him. He fights his increasing attraction towards Agni, not wanting to betray his memory of promising his love to his little saviour. Agni's life is shrouded in multiple mysterious deaths. Rudra feels compelled to investigate inspite of his inner turmoil. When Rudra and Agni finally admit to their feelings for each other, lies and secrets create a precarious bridge between them. Their fragile love is shrouded by their murky history. Overcoming everything would need them to test their faith in each other. A bond has to be forged through the fire of mutual resolve. To rid the world of tormentors, together.

All stories don't start with happiness and love, some start with pain and tears. Being caged by a rich powerful man wasn't on Ahana Choudhary's list when she went to his house to get something back. She just wanted to dance and have a good life with a small family but there was nothing good about Hamza Saeed. How will their story end with all the riots and partition of India getting closer? *This is a short but full book.* *English isn't my first language.* *This book has many scenes which may or may not trigger you.*

Don't come closer... please... I'm your sister's best friend...He stripped away not just her clothes, but her safety, her dignity, her sense of being. He was lost in a place of his own shattered trust, where the only thing he could silence was his own pain-by giving it to someone else...... In the heart of Delhi's luxury and silence, three lives intertwine-Raya, the gentle sister; Abhishek Rana, a powerful man with a storm beneath his calm; and Aayna, a bright, soft-hearted girl trying to survive a world that never gave her a choice. > ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of rape, physical and emotional abuse, violence, and suicidal themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" He said confidently, "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. I could feel my tears slipping silently down my cheeks, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes. And Please ignore my mistakes .

Please ... please...s..sto..stop it...it's hurting "Aaahhh..."..I...I can't bear it any more, please I am begging you... please leave me- Kaveri was crying and pleading to her tormentor to stop but that evil soul was thrusting her brutally without showing any mercy. "LEAVE YOU HUH! just let me completely shatter you just like you have shattered me. Today I will show you who actually I am",... He said clenching his jaw continuing his wild thrust into her. "Wha.what wrong I...I.. have ever done to u that... u are t..torturing me like th..this???",...saying this she started loosing all her senses due to the unbearable brutality. "You have provoked my BEAST now bear the consequences",..He said gripping the hair of Kaveri. ________ "Do you really believe that they could save you from me??? You can't get free from me until you die or I",..Tarush's voice was echoing in Kaveri's mind even in her sleep. That much he had terrorized that poor girl. _________ "For such a sick psychopath like you a special kind of mental asylum is very much needed in this country",..Tarush smirked darkly. "Oh, Don't you worry Mr.Tarush Agarwal. A special one like that is already in making. I will get myself admitted in to that once after beheading your brother and ripping out your guts then use them like garlands around my neck",... Stating this RUDHRA laughed like a person possessed by some evil entity. __________ WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN AN EVIL SOUL GETS ENTRAPPED HIMSELF IN TO THE CLAWS OF ANOTHER EXTREMELY DARK SOUL UNKNOWINGLY? How fatal the clashes are going to be turn out in between devils and beasts??? _________ (Sanskrit Sloka- Yatra naryastu pujyante ramante tatra devata, yatraitastu na pujyante saravastatraphala kriya. MEANING- WHERE WOMEN ARE HONOURED, DIVINITY BLOSSOMS AND WHERE WOMEN ARE DISHONOURED, ALL ACTIONS NO MATTER HOW NOBLE , REMAINS UNFRUITFUL) This story contains 18+ contents This story has no relation with those persons whose pictures I have used in my story.

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.