HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT)
You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders
𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵
The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge cru...
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His lips parted as he roared at me, his voice filled with venom that pierced through my heart like a thousand daggers. "Take off your clothes and Strip like a wife should for her husband!"
His words dripped with contempt, and I recoiled in horror. I couldn't believe the man I had secretly loved with all my heart—the man I had seen as noble, principled, and fiercely loyal—could say such a thing.
But I knew better.There was something deeper in his eyes, hidden beneath the fury. Even as his words cut through me, I recognized the pain in his voice, the desperation in his eyes. He wasn't just angry; he was hurting, drowning in his own misery. He wanted me to hate him, to fear him. He thought that by pushing me to the edge, I would finally leave him and walk out of his life.
But I knew Mehul Agarwal.
The man who stood in front of me, spitting venom and anger, was the same man who silently cared for me when no one was watching. The same man who, despite his bitter words, had protected me in his own way, always ensuring I was never truly harmed; my best friend my buddy
He wasn't cruel. He was pretending—pretending to be something he wasn't. And all because he thought it was the only way to free himself from the burden of his shattered heart.
I could feel the weight of his broken soul in the way he spoke, in the harshness of his voice. But I also saw the man who had been loyal to Ritika di a green forest, who had loved her with everything he had.
"What are you waiting for, wifey? Do it!" he taunted again, his voice trembling just slightly as if it took all his strength to keep up the cruel façade. But I wasn't fooled. Not anymore. I could see through him, through the mask he wore.
"Mehul ji," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yeh aap kya keh rahe hain? Abhi aapki tabiyat theek nahi hai. Aap Aram kariye. Main nimbu paani laati hoon." I reached out toward him, hoping to soothe the raging storm inside him, but he stepped back, his face contorted with anger.
He laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "You think you understand me?" he snarled.
"You think you can save me with your concern? No. You're just like her. You think being my wife gives you some right over me? Prove it,leave it let me do it for you my little wifey"
As he stepped closer, my instinct made me retreat until my back hit the wall. There was nowhere to go. His presence was overwhelming, and my heart raced wildly in my chest, thrumming like a caged bird, waiting for the storm to pass.
But it didn't seem like it would pass anytime soon. His eyes wild with fury, he suddenly reached for me, his hand gripping my arm tightly, yanking me toward him.
I winced as I noticed the jagged cut across his palm, remnants of the broken glass.
"What happened to your hand?" I gasped, my heart lurching with concern.
