"You always make the same mistake, Pearl... What should I do with you, hmm?" he muttered, closing the distance and brushing his lips against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You're invading my personal space again, Saksham," she stated, her voice surprisingly steady, a desperate attempt to appear strong, a woman who'd outgrown the naive, innocent girl she once was. But deep down, the same vulnerability lingered, a fact they both knew too well. "Personal space... interesting," he chuckled darkly. "But you seem to forget, Pearl, there's no such thing as space between us. Because you were always mine to begin with." With that, he claimed her lips in a fervent, demanding kiss, a hunger that spoke of years of suppressed desire. "Mine to love, mine to possess, Pearl," he murmured against her, his words a toxic mix of affection and control. Shock and anger surged through her, and she pushed him away with surprising force, her hand striking his face in a resounding slap. The corridor, once silent, now echoed with the sharp sound, a testament to her defiance. "Never," she vowed, her voice trembling, and then she turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows. Saksham watched her retreating figure, a slow smirk spreading across his face, a cold glint in his eyes. He wasn't deterred by her resistance. In fact, it only fueled the flames of his obsession. 'Oh, Pearl, you just don't get it, do you' he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. Falak Kashyap, his "Pearl," was a fire herself, but her flame paled in comparison to the raging Ablaze that was Saksham Singhal. He was a force of nature, a royal who always obtained his heart's desire. And Falak was his ultimate dream, his only true obsession.

" I am your fucking husband for god sake , I don't need permission to come close to you " his loud voice boomed in the room making her flinch back in the fear. She can't loose this time , she need to speak up. She gather herself. " I -- I don't want this please not now , try to understand " her voice tremble at the end tears flowing endlessly. He close his bloodshot eyes " I am not going to repeat myself come to the bed right now " he said unbuttoning his shirt. And she loose again he never stop at her pleading.Never caring of her protests. Peep inside to know more ! Started at : August 27 , 2020

"I'm just taking what is rightfully mine, there's no force in it sweetheart " he said holding me down . "Mathew you always have your way with me -" "cause I'm your husband ,baby. If I don't have my way with you, who will? " he said as if it was the right thing to do."But I -" he cut me off placing a finger to my lip. "A wife should never say no to her husband nor to his needs" , he whispered against my skin and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I tensed under his touch. "Mathew that's not how it works -" "Sshhhh" ,he shushed me and before I knew it he captured my lips in a passionate kiss whilst muting my cries of protest . Her beauty and her body were the only two things he wanted from her. She was his delicate flower, innocent and pure in every form. He claimed her but never loved her, he bruised her feelings but never healed her heart .And then he broke her to the point she started hating him. .................................................................

❌*MATURE CONTENT*❌ WARNING: This book holds Graphic sexual content Non-consensual sex Violence Trigger content . 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛, 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝐸 𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒.𝐻𝑒 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝐸𝑅. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔? PLAGIARISM IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED 🚫 All the characters are FICTIONAL including the story itself.

"Stop! You can't touch me like this... it's inappropriate," she gasped, her voice trembling as his hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts. "Why, baby girl? Aren't you the same one who's been craving me since we were kids? Besides, I'm your husband," he whispered with a devilish grin, his eyes dark with hunger. "No, you can't do this!" Her voice shook with defiance as she punched his chest, but before she could break free, his large hand covered her mouth, stifling her protests. Sometimes, the raw lust for someone... the need to possess them... can spiral into wicked desires, drowning everything in its path. And nothing-no boundaries, no walls-can stop it. Author's Note: Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sensitive content. It contains themes of abuse, manipulation. Please proceed with caution as these elements may be disturbing to some readers. This narrative explores difficult and challenging themes, and I want to ensure that readers are fully aware of the nature of the story before diving in.