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_____________________________________ ✨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. 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!!

He is Feared. He is Ruthless. He is not my Saviour. He is not my Prince. He is MY VILLAIN - the one everyone whispers about in fear - and now, he is my captor. ~~~~~~~~~~ A daring attempt at Dark Romance. Give it a try - I promise, you won't regret reading this.

Based in 1950' India Torn from her family and thrown into a marriage she never chose, Shanti is scorned, abandoned, and left to suffer alone. But fate is cruel-it forces the man who once destroyed her to seek her forgiveness. Can shattered souls rewrite a bond born from betrayal? Forced into a marriage meant to cleanse his father's name, Vishwas loathed the woman he was bound to. He crushed her spirit, cast her aside-until fate shattered his world. Now, the woman he once scorned is the only one who can save him. But does he deserve redemption? ● Inter-religion marriage ● Painful ● Angst ● Second chance ● Pehle ghutne tod grovel hoga then happy ending. NOTE :- If you are not comfortable with any of this stuff, please do not proceed.

I thought I would never do what my sister did to my parents. But the moment I entered his house, I felt my promises breaking. Growing up, we were preached not to do three things at any cost. 1. Have a relationship with boys. 2. Love Marriage. 3. Marriage out of caste. And my elder sister ended up doing all three things. She fell in love with a Billionaire's youngest son, married him in court and left us alone. But, after one year, she finally remembered me as her third trimester began, and she couldn't trust anyone in the family. My mother's heart melted with the news of the baby, and she ordered me to go to my sister's home and help her. Little did I know that the man I once rejected would turn out to be the eldest son of the Billionaire. And, these 89 days would turn my world upside down-my beliefs would be tested, my patience would break, my promises would shatter and my virg... Uhm! And, at the end of those days, I would be standing on the crossroads to whose heart to break-my parents' already broken heart or his heart again. @2025 Copyright. Mature Content!!

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

[ a desi story] in which an assassin visits a particular ice cream truck after every kill to help soothe the bitter aftertaste in his heart.

Naina was shocked the moment she found the unexpected groom on their engagement. And the worst part? Her family was supporting everything as if it was initially planned. And the person who was supposed to be her husband was drunk, dancing crazily amidst the crowd. She looked around trying to find a way. What happened suddenly that she was here? She was confused, was it a dream? How did she confuse her husband? Note: I do not own the picture in the cover. The image is taken from Pinterest.

"chakkarakatti" (chak-ka -ra -ka-Tea --- meaning sugar cube) he called her romantically. "hey.. I am not your chakkarakatti" she warned showing her index finger with a terrific face. "I did not say I am going to call you as chakkarakatti" he said smiling sheepishly at her. Another short love story of cute couple