"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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दास्तान है यह के उस, मासूम हसीना ने जिसे चाहे वह, था अंदर से हरजाई
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TW : BLOOD
Flashback Chandani's POV
“Where is the money?” Vijay shouted, and I crawled back, hugging my baby closer to my chest.
I have to save Misha from this monster.
A strong scent of alcohol lingers on his body as he limps while trying to stand still. This intense scent of him disgusts me.
I was relying on a man who can't even stand on his own feet.
Even if this has been going on for 2 years, I was still ready to bear it for the sake of love and my baby, but Misha is at risk now.
If anything, I wanted to divorce Vijay. I wanted to slap him, hit him, kill him for the way he ruined me in the name of love.
My heart was ripped apart when I chose him over my family, and this is what I get for not listening to my father.
Never again.
It was never love. All he wanted was a wife who would stay at home and serve him, he thought I would give him my business, but even being a fool in love could not convince me to give away my company.
My heart lies in my work, and I am not giving away my hard work.
A successful wife is the biggest slap to a boy's ego.
This was all this marriage taught me.
“I am not giving you any money, You bloody alcoholic.” I yelled at him. My brain was done with whatever bullshit he was doing.
Vijay's nose flared in anger and a creepy feeling rushed inside me as a shiver ran down my spine when I figured Vijay's gaze stuck at Misha.
My eyes were about to protrude out of their wickets when I saw animosity in them.
I married a man and now all I see is an animal.
“Fucking bitch.” He screams before raising his hand to hit me, but this time I will not take it. I held his hand and twisted it, making him groan in pain.
With one hand, I made Misha stand beside me, My poor baby is silently crying.
I vow to never make her see such Cruelty again.
I am walking out of this marriage.
“Itne ghatiya kaise ho sakte ho tum? Khud Ki beti ko maarte ho, biwi ko maarte ho. Sharam to bech khayi hai par beti to tumhari hai, Use kis cheez ki saza de rahe ho? Ek jaanwar ki beti hone ki?”
