"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

⚠️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

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and forgotten by her own family. She lives like an invisible person in her own house, someone who just simply exists but is never truly noticed. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

Dad's last wish |18+| Dhruv x roohi 🦋 Two childhood enemies, bound by an unwanted marriage-forced into a bond neither of them wanted. __________________________________________________________ 🔞🔞🔞🔞

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

❤️ A secret marriage. A ruthless billionaire. An innocent wife who doesn't understand love. At just 18, Sanjana has lived a simple life, caring for her frail grandfather and dreaming of studying art. She knows nothing of romance, desire, or marriage. But when she is forced into an arranged marriage with Bhargav Kulkarni, a cold, 36-year-old billionaire, she's thrown into a world she doesn't understand. 🔥 A Man Who Swore Never to Love Again After being betrayed at the altar, Bhargav has locked away his heart, believing love is weakness. Forced into a marriage he never wanted, he vows to keep his new wife at a distance. No emotions. No expectations. No attachment. 💞 A Wife Who Doesn't Understand Love & Intimacy Sanjana tries to be the perfect wife, but she has no idea what intimacy means. Bhargav, drawn to her innocence, chooses patience over passion, guiding her gently without breaking her trust. 👨‍👩‍👧 A Family That Stands By Her Side Unlike most billionaire romances, Bhargav's family welcomes Sanjana with warmth and love. As she experiences kindness for the first time, Bhargav struggles to ignore the emotions he swore never to feel again. 💥 But When Their Secret Marriage Is Exposed... Just as Bhargav accepts his feelings, his manipulative ex-fiancée returns, determined to tear them apart. When the truth about their marriage is revealed, Bhargav must make a choice-protect himself or stand before the world and claim his wife. 🌹 What Makes This Story Different? ✨ A slow-burn romance where love isn't forced-it grows naturally. ✨ An 18-year age gap explored with care, trust, and deep emotional connection. ✨ A billionaire who isn't toxic, but protective and patient. ✨ A heroine who melts hearts with kindness. ✨ A story of healing, trust, and love that changes everything. 💖 She teaches him to love again. He teaches her what love truly is. 📚 Read now and fall in love with a romance that's different from the rest! 💫

<A mafia princess & the mute kidnapper> At fifteen, Noor Ghazi's world shattered-violence, silence, and scars she could never outrun. She never felt attracted to anyone after that until the night she was kidnapped. Her captor? Azlan Zaarim. Mafia consigliere. Too old. Ruthless. Silent. A man the world feared as a monster, as the hunter. Yet in the shadows, Noor discovers something far more dangerous, his softness and her temptation. She should hate him. She should fear him. Instead, between stolen glances and cracked walls, her chaos collides with his control. She becomes the light he can't resist. He becomes the darkness she can't let go. But when her father is back in her life to take her away, would she choose duty or love? Would she choose childhood or future? A girl who was casted out of her house, stumbled again with a choice, father or lover? and that's a choice no girl wants. Book #2 of Ishq in Ruins series

When she was simple, bubbly, dramatic and sweet girl from middle class family who loves her family and friends. One day she did mistake of interfering in her brother's fight and ended up getting attention of his rival. Sidharth jatoi. Rebellious and wild. He will do anything to make her his not because of love but his zidd he gets anything he wants and now he wants her. The more she ignores and refuse him the more he wants her. I looked at her for first when she was wrapped in red saree like some seductress. Long silky hair moving along as she runs. Running barefoot on empty highway, in distress with tears in her breathtaking hazel eyes. She stopped and looked at me with hope in her doe innocent eyes like i was her saviour but little did she know that darkness she was running from was no one but me I am jatoi and my love for her is Red so is my hatred. Why was i suddenly thrown to death himself just because of sins my brother had committed. Running from devil i unintentionally ran to devil. I didn't know devil would possess such a beauty that captivated my soul but that beauty meant nothing when he was ugly inside. He cadged me, took my freedom and held me responsible for sins of my brother I am sana and my hate for him is Red so is my love. You will see glimpse of my top 3 favourite story in this one Mahr-o-maah, Khudsar and Muhafiz. Also, jatoi's character has done cameo in Muhafiz chapter 16

[Resuming in October] "𝑷𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆" 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔. *𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈? 𝒜𝓋𝓎𝓊𝓀𝓉 𝓍 𝒜𝒶𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾 Dive into the story to know about the hate to love story of Aadhavi and Avyukt.♡

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India