Hi.

I'm Ishika Anand.

A married woman from the past 1.5 years.

Current age? 24.

Ya, got married at 22 only, yaar.

Because of my parents.

They are rich. Popular. Society ke top players. And for my brother, I needed to get married.

My brother loves a normal woman—middle class, simple, no connections. My parents were not happy with that.

So they arranged me as compensation.

Compensation for my brother's love.

I didn't have power. I didn't have money. I didn't have a choice.

So I smiled. I nodded. I became someone's wife.

But honestly? My in-laws are great.

Actually, more great than my parents.

My parents always said: "Don't do that. You need to maintain society standards. Don't laugh too loud. Don't talk too much. Don't be yourself."

Dal. Dal. Dal.....

Meera Oberoi – My Mother-in-Law

She is so supportive. She even said: "Ishi, just break someone's head. Remaining I will take care."

I almost cried. My own mother never said anything like that. Meera Ma is the mother I never had. She doesn't judge me. She doesn't control me. She just loves me. Unconditionally. Fiercely. Like a warrior queen protecting her daughter.

Vikram Oberoi – My Father-in-Law

He is on another level. I just told him that I want to open my own flower boutique. He said: "Ishi, tell me how much money you need. And if anyone stops you... I'll handle them."

No questions. No doubts. Just support. He treats me like his own daughter. Like I matter. Like my dreams matter. My own father never asked me what I wanted. But Vikram Papa? He made me believe in myself.

Dev Oberoi – My Brother-in-Law

He is the cutest, happiest child on earth, I think. Always laughing. Always doing what he wants. Even when he makes mistakes, he owns them. He calls me Bhabhi.... Bhabhi all the time. We became best friends. Soulmates in mischief. He makes me forget this prison exists. He's the brother I never had. The family I always deserved.

Now... let me tell you about MY family.

Rajesh Anand – My Father

Rich. Powerful. Status-obsessed. He looks at me and sees a transaction. A deal. A pawn to be used for the family's benefit. He never asked me what I wanted. He never cared. He just said: "Ishika, it's for your brother's future." And that was it. My future didn't matter. Only his reputation.

Smita Anand – My Mother

She was supposed to protect me. She was supposed to be my safe place. But all she did was say: "Don't embarrass us, Ishika. This is how society works." Society. Always society. Never me. Never my happiness. Just society.

Aryan Anand – My Elder Brother

The golden child. The one who caused all this. He fell in love with a normal woman. And instead of fighting for his own love, he let me be sacrificed. He said sorry. He said he never meant for this to happen. But sorry doesn't fix anything. Sorry doesn't give me back my freedom.

Ohh, one more person is there in my life. She is my everything.

She is Riya. My best friend.

My safe place. My escape plan. My partner in crime. The one who knows all my secrets. All my dreams. All my fears. When I'm ready to fly, she'll be the wind beneath my wings.

She's the only one who truly understands me. The only one who doesn't judge me. The only one who says: "Ishi, let's run away to Thailand. We'll drink coconut water and find hot men."

And I love her for that.

Now—

You all think I told about everyone, right?

But what about my husband?

Huuuh.....

Even I don't know about that bastard. And I don't care.

His name is Vivaan Oberoi. That's all I know. Oh wait—he's a businessman. Rich. Arrogant. Nonsense man I ever meet or want to meet again. The kind of man who walks into a room and everyone stops breathing.

He just told me one thing on the marriage day.

"When I come back, I will bring the divorce papers. And that's it."

And I'm waiting for that day. When he comes. Throws that paper to my face. Says: "Get out of my life."

And trust me—

I will go happily ever after.

With all DJ music. With all my favourite songs. With the biggest smile on my face.

I haven't even unpacked my luggage properly.

Because why waste time? Why stay even 2 seconds after those divorce papers?

I'm just... waiting.

Kk. It's waiting. Some more time. To get my freedom back.

Then pakka I will fly away from all these people. With Riya. Far away. Where no one knows my name. Where no one tells me what to do.

But...

I always had a stupid, unreal fantasy.

That someone would love me so deeply—so darkly—that they would say:

"I want you so badly, Ishika. I want to consume you. Every inch. Every breath. Every piece of your soul. I want to ruin you so completely that you forget your own name. I want to own you—body, mind, and every broken piece of your heart."

And mainly say someone like:

"I want us to become a beautiful disaster—a messy, bloody, obsessive mess. Sucking each other down to the bone. Until there's nothing left but us."

I know.

It's dark.

I know.

It's twisted.

But that's the kind of love I want. The kind that consumes me. The kind that doesn't ask permission. The kind that makes me forget my own name.

Because being wanted like that?

Being needed like that?

Being owned like that?

It would make all this waiting... worth it.

But for Now

I'm just Ishika.

The married woman who never unpacked her bags.

The wife who's waiting for divorce papers like they're birthday gifts.

The daughter-in-law who loves her in-laws more than her own parents.

And the girl who secretly dreams of being devoured by someone who actually wants her.

Kk.

That's it for today.

I'll update when he finally comes with those papers.

Or when my fantasy comes true.

Whichever happens first

😘✨

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Author's Note: Ishika wanted a dark love story. She got a forced marriage instead. But when her unwanted husband Vivaan comes back with obsession in his eyes and hunger in his voice... she's about to get exactly what she always dreamed of. Just not in the way she expected.

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"Some fantasies are dangerous. Some desires are deadly. And some love stories... they don't ask for permission."

— Your Author-ji 📚💜