_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ ʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ. ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱ. . . . Mature Audiences Only (18+) . . CONTENT WARNINGS: This story includes Mature & Spicy scenes . Read only if you're comfortable. If you're not please don't read it. This is the story of Abhimaan and Kiara, a married couple deeply in love. ❤️ Abhimaan is a possessive husband who expresses his passion for Kiara through intense and fiery encounters. 🥵🔥 Despite his strong emotions, he is always aware that he can never hurt his beloved wife Kiara, even in moments of anger. I hope you enjoy this captivating tale! Don't forget to like, comment , follow and share it with your friends as well! 😜

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secret meets innocent souls then....👀👄🌚🌚 This book is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters, locations, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictional manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental. The content may include themes, language, and situations intended for adult readers, which some may find sensitive or explicit. Reader discretion is advised. The author and translator do not condone or promote any activities that may be harmful, unlawful, or offensive in real life. Read on your risk 🙏🏻

ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ 𝐒𝚰𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐅 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍 "Crawl to me Jaana" 𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍 "It hurts"