She lost her heart years ago. He locked his away after being betrayed. Their marriage wasn't meant to be a love story-just a quiet compromise between two broken souls. But somewhere between shared silences and unspoken glances, feelings begin to rise. Will love find a way between a woman still haunted by the past... and a man brave enough to wait?

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

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

✦𝐀 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 ~✦ She was DRUNK , Sitting in his lap Like she paid rent there, punching him with her marshmallow fists and crying as if her personal soap opera just got cancelled. She took a hold of his shirts collar crying loudly and started banging and snuggling her head on his chest. He winced "𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉*𝒏 𝒄𝒉*𝒅" She wailed. "𝑨𝒚𝒆𝒊𝒊𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒏... 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 " He defeated stared at the wall NUMB , questioning his life choices, his karma, and the exact moment things went this wrong. Somewhere between her sobs, his sanity packed its bags. "𝑩𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆"(he thought) "𝑯..𝒉𝒂𝒊.. 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂 , 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒍𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒕" He tried, yet another unsuccessful attempt at consoling her - While she continued to cry , He stared at the ceiling frustrated ,Almost on the verge of losing his mind . "𝑨𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒌𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 " One drunk wife. Zero logic. One man rethinking revenge, marriage, and humanity ,while simultaneously loosing his sanity . 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Unknown to the lifetime