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Captured Allegiance

by @glidingberry

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5 chapters

~13 min read

Captured behind enemy lines, Indian spy Anjali must submit to the ISI Major who trapped her, her body becoming a weapon in a brutal marital game that produces three children and shatters her old life. As her loyalties fracture with each forced intimacy and growing pregnancy, she must abandon her Indian husband to survive the man who now owns her.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Sunil Sharma

A 22-year-old with his mother's sharp eyes and a restless intelligence, raised on stories of a hero who never came home. He moves with the quiet tension of someone who has spent a lifetime piecing together a ghost, his hands often clenched as if holding back a question he's terrified to ask.

Priya Sharma (née Iyer)

A 42-year-old former RAW agent whose beauty was her sharpest weapon—high cheekbones, dark eyes that could dissect a lie or convey a promise, and a dancer's grace even under pressure. She carries the ghosts of two lives: the dutiful wife in Delhi and the seductive asset known as 'Maya' in Islamabad, her body a map of secrets and a mother's scars.

Javed 'The Falcon' Raza

A 48-year-old ISI Major with the imposing build of a former field operative and the ruthless calm of a strategist. Silver streaks his dark hair at the temples, and his hands, though elegant, bear the faint scars of interrogation rooms. He watches the world like a chessboard, and Priya was the queen he captured and made his own.

Arjun Sharma

A 45-year-old professor in Delhi, with kind, tired eyes and a posture softened by grief. He smells of old books and lost chances, a man who loved a ghost and raised her son on memories. His wedding band is still worn, a habit he cannot break.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Ghost in the Trunk

Sunil’s fingers trembled on the latch of his mother’s old steamer trunk, the one that always stayed locked. The scent of sandalwood and stale perfume hit him first—her ghost. Then he saw it, tucked un

Mother of Enemies

Beneath the clipping, wrapped in tissue, he finds them. Three crude clay tiles, each with a child's handprint pressed deep, names and dates scratched beneath: Zara. Hassan. Sameer. His mother's other

A Mother's Proof

The nursery smelled of talcum and milk, a sanctuary built on her conquest. Javed cornered her there after feeding Hassan, his need a sharp edge against her hip. 'Quiet,' he breathed, his palm sealing

The Interrogation Tapes

Beneath the tiles, Sunil finds a small digital drive. The video is grainy, timestamped. It shows a sterile room—not a bedroom. His mother, Priya, sits across from Javed Raza. She is defiant, her RAW t

The Public Wife

Sunil finds a new file—not surveillance, but a home video. A garden party, elegant guests. Priya stands beside Javed, wearing a silk sari, her belly rounded with Hassan. Javed’s hand rests possessivel