𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 ᴀʙʜɪᴍᴀᴀɴ: ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀʜᴀɴᴀ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ? ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. ᴀʜᴀɴᴀ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱ- ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀɪꜱᴛ, ɴᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. This story contains Mature and abusive contents and many things like this which might triggered you so read at your own risk because i will not gonna tolerate any judgement about my characters. If you are sensitive then leave this book. Chapter 1+ 2 are combined

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Some themes, characters, or plotlines may not be for everyone, and that's completely okay. I'm not here to justify anything - this story is written with creative freedom and personal vision. If it's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip it. I appreciate respectful feedback, but unnecessary negativity or hate isn't welcome here. Let's keep this space supportive for all creators. --- maira Chauhan 22yrs old. tired of her life,unloved by her own family,daughter of kartik Chauhan. "how can you do this to me mom?"she asked her mother with so much pain in her voice. she was shocked when she got to knew about her twisted destiny. arhan khurrana 34yrs old. Top 1 business tycoon of Italy and India. And a underground mafia king. he was famous for his ruthlessness and coldness. "Finally i got a hold on you and be ready to face the wrath of arhan khurrana."he smirked burning her photos into ashes. Dive into the story to know more about it. #abusivehusband #maturecontent #18plus.

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

"I can touch whatever and whenever I like at the end you are my wife aren't you?" He grabbed my scalp harshly with his hands which really hurt "N-n-no I-i'm not your w-wif-fe." I shaked my head continuously more like convincing myself He just let go put his hands in his pockets and chuckled lowdly evilly "You are Ilan Salvatore Syed." "YOU ARE MY WIFE MY PROPERTY MY TOY WHATEVER I WANT TO CALL YOU YOU BELONG TO ME " he yelled which made me shake my head continuously thinking about my mother and Rahol . "No No No No Nooooo!" I covered my ears and shook my head violently. "NOOOOOO!" I yelled again not controlling my tears . Rahol's bloodshot eyes flashed in front of me . The ring that was on my hand reminded me of my mother's last wish that I was too of a coward to make it come true "Please no Please have mercy on me." I was now on the floor with my back on the cold wall knees tightly on my chest and my head resting on them covering my ears . "Cut the drama now let's get to the good part ." He took me by my arm and dragged me to a big room which was as dark as his soul . Everything was black like his heart Allah please help me please I know everything happens for a good reason but please help me please. Before I knew it he threw me on the cold floor I was crying continuously not accepting what was happening, thinking it was all just a nightmare then the next words that came out of his mounth brought me back to my ugly reality "Strip." -------------- A/N This story is not cringe at all I promise it's not the cliche Mafia love stories. (Said by every cliché Author lol)😭 Everyone is welcome to read this book btw it doesn't matter if you are from my culture or religion anything that is foreign I will translate it to you .❤️

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.

A sob escaped from a little girl's mouth sorry master please let me go, it hurts... not so soon baby, don't be dramatic now "strip" she declined, no please no it hurts , let me go pleaseee . . . . . . yn was having almost a perfect life until, a loving couple adopted her. Her life became a total nightmare......