I Married The Villain I Created

Apsara, a writer celebrated for her dark, tragic epics, wakes inside the unfinished pages of her own creation, the empire of Mahendralaya, a realm forged from blood and devotion.

In her manuscript, Ronav was the golden prince, the chosen heir of light.
His brother Rudra, the storm, the sinner, the villain, was fated to fall by her own words.

But inside this living, breathing version of Mahendralaya, the story no longer listens.
Even the gods she once built from imagination act of their own will.

The people of Indravan still whisper her name as prophecy. The forests of Aaranyaka move like something alive. The cursed river Trinethra runs red beneath Somgarh's white walls.

And Rudra, the cruel one who should have died, rules the empire that should never have survived. But now looks at her like he had been waiting for this moment all his life.

Apsara's own creation has become a self-sustaining world, one that evolves, breathes, and destroys without her control.

Now, trapped within the story she once commanded, she must face the kingdom that no longer remembers her as its god, only as its newest victim.

"Maybe stories don't end when you stop writing them. Maybe they just wait for you to walk in"