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prologue

prologue.Author's pov Advika sat on the edge of the bed, her head pounding, her body still weak as if strength had been drained out of her. The room felt unfamiliar-too quiet, too closed in. Then the door opened. She looked up. Her breath caught the moment she saw him. Aviraj stood there, tall and unreadable, the dim light casting shadows across his face. For a second, time seemed to freeze. Fear rushed through her veins, sharp and uncontrollable. Instinct took over. She stood up immediately, her legs trembling beneath her, but she didn't sit back down. She refused to look small in front of him. Her heart was racing, yet she forced herself to meet his gaze, even though every part of her wanted to look away. The air between them grew heavily charged with everything unsaid, everything remembered. He hadn't spoken yet, but his presence alone was enough to make the room feel smaller, tighter, like there was no space left to breathe. "So my little wife is awake," he said, a slow

Birthday party

Advika's pov "Happy 18th birthday, Advika," my dad said, his lips curved into a smile as he looked at me. The words echoed in my ears, warm and unreal. Today was the day I had been counting down to for years-the day I finally turned eighteen. My heart fluttered with excitement as I glanced at the small cake placed on the table. This was my moment, my biggest day."Now, let's cut the cake," he added gently.He was the only one standing there with me. No friends, no laughter filling the room, no birthday wishes flooding my phone-just him. I wasn't allowed to make friends. I never really knew why, and after a while, I stopped asking. I had learned to accept it, to convince myself that his presence was enough. And honestly, it usually was.Don't be sad because of this, Advika, I told myself silently. Today is the biggest day of your life. Enjoy it."Thank you, Dad," I said softly, trying to pour all my gratitude into those two words.But as I looked at him more closely, something felt.

Dark room

I slowly opened my eyes, my head throbbing as if someone had struck it over and over again. My vision was blurred, heavy, refusing to focus, and all I could do was blink—once, twice—trying to understand where I was and why my body felt so weak. A sharp ache pulsed at the back of my head, and my throat felt dry, like I had been screaming without sound for hours. Then, like a cruel storm, the memories crashed into me. The school gate. The road. The black car. My breath hitched as the scene replayed itself in terrifying flashes—the sudden stop, the rough hands, the cold grip that stole my freedom in seconds. I remembered being dragged, remembered the darkness swallowing me whole. I was kidnapped. The realization struck harder than the pain in my body, sending a wave of panic through my chest. My heart started racing violently, each beat screaming fear into my veins. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if they no longer belonged to me. A tight knot forme

try to escape

When I opened my eyes again, everything felt... wrong. The familiar heaviness of fear settled in my chest before my mind could even catch up. I slowly lifted my head, blinking in confusion, and realized I wasn't in the same room anymore. The walls were different-closer, colder-like they were quietly closing in on me.I sat up on a small, narrow bed, my body stiff and sore, my heart instantly racing. The room was much smaller, almost suffocating, with barely enough space to breathe freely. To one side, I noticed an attached washroom, its door slightly open, the dull light inside making the place feel even more unfamiliar.A wave of panic washed over me. When did they move me? How long was I asleep? My mind scrambled for answers, but none came. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to find comfort in my own presence, but the loneliness felt sharper here."No... no, no, no," I whispered frantically, my breath coming out uneven as panic clawed its way up my chest. I can't stay here. The

A little corrage

Adhika's pov After crying the entire night, the first rays of the sun slowly slipped into the room, pale and uncertain, brushing against the cold walls as if even the morning was afraid to enter fully. My eyes burned, swollen and dry at the same time—I hadn’t slept at all. Every time I closed them, fear dragged me back into the same moment, over and over again. My body felt exhausted, heavy, but my mind refused to rest. I sat there, staring at the light, trying to ground myself, trying to understand where I was. I didn’t know this place. I didn’t even know which city I was in. Was I still in London? The thought clung to me desperately, because London meant school, routine, a life I recognized. But nothing around me felt familiar enough to belong there. If not London… then where? India? No. That couldn’t be possible. India was too far, and yet the uncertainty made my chest tighten. If not India, then somewhere else—some unknown place where no one knew me, where my name meant

Black wedding

Continue......His tone hardened slightly, cutting through the silence like a quiet warning. "I asked you something," he said, calm but commanding, each word pressing down on me as my heart raced. I couldn’t let him see my fear. I forced myself to breathe, gathered every broken piece of courage I had left, and slowly turned around to face him. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like he could hear it. "I wasn’t saying....."I began, my voice unsteady despite my effort to control it. Before I could finish, he cut me off sharply. His eyes darkened, his tone low and threatening. "Lie to me,"he said calmly, "and see what happens." The words hit harder than a slap, freezing me in place as fear and defiance tangled painfully inside my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing my fear down, and gathered whatever confidence I could find. Looking straight at him, I blurted it out in one breath, "I was telling her that I’m not afraid of you." A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips as he

she is innocent

author's pov Author's POVThe car moved smoothly, too smoothly, as if nothing irreversible had just happened. The city lights blurred past the windows, indifferent witnesses to the silence trapped inside. Advika sat rigid, hands clenched in her lap, tears slipping down without sound. She didn't look at him. She couldn't.Aviraj was the first to break the silence.He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small pill, then a bottle of water. His voice was calm, controlled dangerously so. "Take this."Advika's breath hitched. She turned to him then, her eyes red, shining with unshed terror. Her voice trembled, but there was steel beneath it. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I won't."The word hung between them small, fragile, yet defiant. It was the first thing she had refused since the wedding, and it cost her every ounce of courage she had left.Aviraj studied her in silence, his jaw tightening slightly. The car continued forward, carrying two strangers bound by a marriage neither of

strip

Aviraj's pov I didn't rush it.Revenge doesn't survive haste-it rots in it.I knew her long before she knew me. Advika Rathod. Not the daughter of a monster,just a girl living quietly in the shadow of a name she didn't understand. She smiled easily. Trusted too much. That innocence... it made my anger burn slower, deeper.I studied her life the way generals study maps.Her routine.Her silences.The people who failed to protect her without knowing it.I didn't need brute force. Fear leaves marks. Chaos draws attention. I needed her alive, conscious, untouched by suspicion until the very last moment.The day I took her, everything was already aligned.No witnesses.No resistance.No second chances.By the time doubt reached her eyes, she was already mine.Not because I enjoyed it,but because the universe owed me blood, and fate handed me her instead.When she looked at me with confusion... with that quiet disbelief... something twisted in my chest. Not guilt. Never that.Something dar

Her scaramings

Warning ⚠️ 🚫In this chapter mature content is written so if you are uncomfortable or not 18+ so please kindly skip this scroll I'll add note when this sexual content ends. Continue...... “No, I won’t do that,” Advika said firmly. Her voice didn’t waver this time. Fear still trembled beneath her skin, but her refusal was clear, unyielding a line she refused to let him cross, no matter the cost. "Do it yourself," he said coldly, eyes dark with anger, "or I tear apart this dress of yours and i promise i will not be gentle." She didn't move at all. She stayed rooted where she was, her body tense, her heart pounding. "No, I won't," she said, her voice was low but firm. "Go away." He gave a cold, humorless laugh, anger flashing in his eyes. "So you're choosing the hard way again," he said mockingly, his voice calm but dangerous. "You never learn, do you?" Then he picked her up effortlessly and threw her on the bed . She scrambl

Is this guilt? no

Author's POVAviraj sat in his office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Abhishek stood opposite him, files spread across the desk between them. The air was tense this wasn't routine business."This wasn't a simple hit," Abhishek said quietly. "Harshvardhan Rathod's death was planned with precision. No loose ends. No witnesses. Whoever did it knew his every move."Aviraj's fingers curled slowly into a fist. "He had too many enemies," he said coldly. "But this this was personal."Abhishek nodded. "That's what worries me. It doesn't look like a rival gang. It looks like someone from the inside. Someone who knew how he operated."Silence followed. Aviraj stared ahead, his jaw tightening as old memories stirred anger, loss, unfinished vengeance. Harshvardhan Rathod was gone, but the truth behind his death was still buried, and Aviraj wasn't the kind of man who let unanswered questions rest."Find out who benefited the most from his death," Aviraj finally said. "I don't c

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