His Beastly Love

Episode One

Disclaimer:

I am not supporting any violence or abuse towards women. When the book comes to an end, you will be inspired by the female lead, though you feel her as naive in the beginning. This book is to encourage girls to fight with life and spread message never to quit, though life is not full of roses and thorns come across your way. Read with patience. Thank you.

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As the imposing gates of the villa creaked open, Abhigna stepped into a world of opulence and oppression. The grandeur of her new home loomed before her, its beauty tainted by the darkness that dwelled within.

A maid approached, bearing a lit camphor, its gentle flame meant to welcome the newlywed couple. But Trishul's sharp intervention shattered the tranquility.

"What is the meaning of this?" he growled, his voice cold as steel.

The maid trembled, "Aarti, sir...to bless the new couple."

Trishul's gaze sliced through Abhigna, his eyes blazing with malice. "There is no couple here. Only a master and his servant. She will obey, unpaid and unprivileged."

Abhigna's heart recoiled as Trishul's words cut deep. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to surrender. She had endured torment before; this marriage was merely another form of captivity.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, a defiant cry in the face of adversity. Trishul's eyes narrowed, sensing the spark within her.

"Welcome to your new home, Abhigna," he sneered. "Your prison, your sanctuary. You will learn to obey."

As the camphor's flame flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, Abhigna steeled herself for the battles ahead. Little did she know, this could change her life forever.

As she moved to enter the villa, Trishul halted her in her tracks.

"Stop. Have I given you permission to enter? You must earn that privilege. Until then, stand outside and wait for my mercy."

Surprised but composed, Abhigna stepped back and stood silently. She knew Trishul was capable of extreme cruelty and was prepared for the worst. Throughout the day, she remained there, uncertain of when her ordeal would end. The weather turned, and rain began to fall. Trishul emerged and looked upon her with satisfaction.

"Stay there. Your suffering brings me joy. And remember, this is only the beginning."

With a smirk, Trishul retreated to his room, leaving Abhigna drenched and trembling in the cold rain. Night descended, yet Trishul's heart remained unyielding. He was resolute in his determination to break her spirit.

Hours passed. Finally, Trishul returned.

"Behind the house, there's a restroom. Change into dry clothes and sleep by the door. Tonight, you are not permitted inside," he commanded, tossing a saree at her.

Abhigna took the saree and hurried to the restroom. She changed into the warm clothes and returned to sleep on the floor by the door, sheltered from the rain but chilled to the bone by the cold floor.

Exhausted from days without rest, food, or peace of mind, Abhigna leaned against the wall and tried to sleep. Despite the freezing conditions, weariness overcame her, and she slipped into unconsciousness almost immediately.

In the cold darkness, Abhigna's ordeal had only just begun, trapped in a marriage devoid of warmth, mercy, or hope.

Trishul sat in his room, surrounded by the empty bottles of alcohol, reminiscing about Abhigna. Her smile, her voice-everything about her drove him to madness. He couldn't discern whether it was lust, love, obsession, or hatred that consumed him, but her very presence ignited an uncontrollable turmoil within him. He found perverse satisfaction in her tears, longing to destroy her to rid himself of these overwhelming emotions.