Advik - II 21+ Her. Unwritten. Obsession.
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Last published Mon, Jul 13, 2026
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"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
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You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"
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