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As promised the chapter is here, but I have noticed manyy people reading and not voting

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As promised the chapter is here, but I have noticed manyy people reading and not voting. Please do vote. 150+ votes for the next one. Next will be late and remember if any chapter hits 200 votes 2 chapters will be posted.

 Next will be late and remember if any chapter hits 200 votes 2 chapters will be posted

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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,

Shehnaaz desperately folded her hands and pleaded with Abraham, but he ignored her and stepped closer, pinning her against the wall. “Agar mai tumhe aise hi apna bana lo, to tum kaise mana karogi nikaah ko? Karna to padega na,” he said with a smirk, his touch on her cheek making her shiver with disgust.

“Please, Abraham, le lo saari property. Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye. Bas Siddharth ke paas chod do, please. Mai tumhare paon padti hu,” she begged, tears streaming down her face as she reached for his legs. Abraham laughed and roughly threw her onto the bed as if she were weightless.

“Arre, property ke saath kuch aur bhi mil raha hai, to kyun jaane du?” Abraham said with a cruel smile, coming closer. He removed her dupatta and began kissing her neck, biting it harshly. Shehnaaz squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness, remembering his earlier words: “Aise mat roo, naazo, you are strong and main hoon tumhare liye. Hamesha.”

“Siddharth…” she whispered tearfully, praying for his presence. No matter how much Siddharth had hurt her, she still needed him. She didn’t care about anything else. Was it love, or was she just clinging to the only thing that felt real?

Abraham’s anger flared. “Mai Siddharth nahi, Abraham hu!! Sirf Abraham kaho aur us behen*** Siddharth ko bhool jao!” he hissed, gripping her wrist tightly. In a moment of desperation, Shehnaaz slapped him hard. When he tried to retaliate with words, she slapped him again, harder this time. Grabbing a vase, she threw it at him, drawing blood. She then fled the room and locked the door behind her.

Shehnaaz raced to her own room, locked the door, and collapsed onto the floor in tears. The banging on the door echoed through the house, sending shivers down her spine. It had been a week since her parents’ death, and her relatives were relentless. She had asked for her share of the inheritance, but Abraham had interfered, claiming he was her protector and demanding everything for himself. When she refused to marry him, the torment began—she was forced into household chores, given only one meal a day, and threatened with worse if she continued to refuse.

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