His Forced Biwi • 18+ [Completed✓]

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NUPUR ✿

It had been three weeks since we returned home, back to the comfort of our own walls, after that terrible day in the jungle.

It still felt like a bad dream sometimes—what happened with my family, how they betrayed me, and the horror of those two men in the forest.

But whenever the darkness threatened to overwhelm me, Abhisar was there, pulling me back with his gentle presence, his unwavering patience.

We returned home the day after the jungle incident, and since then, it felt like our home had become a sanctuary.

It wasn’t just the physical space, but what it had come to symbolize—the place where I had felt the deepest pain, and now, where I was healing. And Abhisar… he had been my strength through it all.

In those first few days after we returned, I was fragile, my body and heart both bruised.

I couldn’t sleep at night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those men’s faces, heard the sounds of the jungle, felt the fear wash over me again.

But Abhisar had been there, every step of the way.

He never once pushed me to talk about what happened.

He just stayed by my side, holding me when I needed it, or letting me be silent when words were too hard to find. There were nights when I would wake up in the middle of the night, trembling, and I would find him awake beside me, watching over me like a silent protector.

He would pull me into his arms, his warmth chasing away the cold terror in my heart.

I don’t think I would have made it through without him.

He didn’t just offer me his love, he offered me his patience, his understanding. It wasn’t easy, I know. There were days when I didn’t even know how to feel—how to let go of the hurt caused by my family’s betrayal, or the horror of the jungle.

But Abhisar never wavered.

He didn’t push me to “get over it” or move on.

Instead, he walked with me through every difficult moment, allowing me to heal at my own pace.

I remember one particular day when I broke down completely.

I was sitting by the window, staring out at the village beyond, and the memories just rushed in like a flood. Everything I had been holding back—the betrayal, the fear, the humiliation—I couldn’t contain it anymore. I cried like I hadn’t cried before, my body trembling, my heart aching.

Abhisar came to me immediately. He didn’t ask what was wrong, didn’t demand explanations.

He simply knelt beside me, took my hands in his, and let me cry. He held me like I was the most precious thing in the world, whispering soothing words, telling me that it was okay, that I didn’t have to be strong all the time.

And in his arms, I felt safe enough to break down. I felt like I didn’t have to hide the hurt anymore.

There was something about the way he looked at me during those moments. His eyes held so much love, so much understanding. Even when I couldn’t put my pain into words, I knew that he understood.

He understood how shattered I felt, how afraid I had been. He never judged me, never made me feel weak. If anything, he reminded me of my own strength, even when I couldn’t see it.

Through the weeks, I watched as he made it his mission to help me heal. He would bring me fresh flowers every morning, knowing how much I loved their fragrance.