"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

A beyhadh fic about ArYa - A different take from when Maya proposed in the parachute. Maya wanted Arjun at all cost.. but.. Could she bear the weight of forcing him into a relationship when Arjun hated her very sight...? Arjun had never known what love was.. He had only flirted with some girls and the love of his father for his stepmother had already damaged his views on love. After all that he had also seen the obsession from his boss Maya.. What was love...? When Arjun got the answer for that question, it was already too late..

Lying drunk on his bed, he stares at the ceiling, tears welling up as he realizes the emptiness in his life. "..." he tries to remember her name, but he couldn't recall it anymore. The room grows cold, and a delicate hand brushes his forehead. "You thought of me, and I am here," her voice purrs, sending a shiver through him. The woman he abandoned for Laila. Now, with nothing left but the ghosts of his past, he weeps for everything he gave up. "She left me," he sobs, "I gave her everything-my bungalow, my car, my servants, even my bone marrow... and I left you for her." A soft, seductive smile curves her bright red lips. "Who said I am gone?" she murmurs, her fingers tracing his skin. "I am right here... beside you. Always. Never think I would leave you alone. You have nobody except me." In his intoxicated haze, he doesn't question the impossible, only surrenders to the haunting allure of the one woman who will never truly leave him.

❝She loved him like a prayer; He left her like a passing season.❞

The story is based on two timelines (80s and early 2000s) in a rural area. It's a story about a lover (ashiq), his love (uski ashiqui) and her (wo)? Her who become third person in her own marriage. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads. And please read the note first before diving into the story ♡ Readers discretion is advised.

⚠ READ THIS BEFORE YOU CONTINUE ⚠ This story follows a middle-class couple consumed by their insecurities, hatred, and struggles over time. It is a dark, tragic, and painful narrative. There is no justice, no happy ending, and no relief. The epilogue is just as devastating as the rest of the story. If you are sensitive to tragic and angsty themes, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠ Tragic ending Abusive language Abusive relationship Self-harm No redemption, no justice I am NOT forcing anyone to read this. If you choose to continue, do not come to me later complaining about the story, its content, or how it should have ended differently. That is not up for discussion. If you feel the need to dictate how a story should be written, write your own. This is MY work, my imagination, and I STAND BY IT. If this book is not for you, simply don't read it. If you still choose to, that's entirely on YOU.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

He hated her because of the darkness of her skin; it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day. He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented. Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends. In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain." She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing. 🩶His Brown Bride

'But he loves me!' Mira told herself firmly as she applied dettol on the cut near her lip. 'He seemed drunk', she thought,' it must have been an accident, he means me no harm'. She assured herself and smiled at her reflection. But as the years went by, the smile faded. Faded till it was only a thin line on her face. Her once bright self had been subdued for so long that it forgot how to shine. She thought of all that had happened. Days and months and years had gone by. From the darling daughter of the village head to the women who went through unimaginable things. This is her story. Of her and of Love. ------------------------------------------------ Completed.

We all have regrets in our life. Some big and some small. And only one thing comes out of it, Only If. Only If, I could go back in the past and change that so that I won't regret it in the future. Only If, it was possible to do that. Let's see what happened with a couple, who was also each other best friends, that they also think about this 'Only If' This is a short story. Give this story a try, guys. I promise you won't regret it. The plot was given to me by my friend @ankitaghosh205. And I am going to write this story.