𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ He looked at her, drained and desperate, his voice a quiet plea. "Just tell me now... what is all this?" For a moment, she stayed still, like silence was her last shield. Then she exhaled, broken and tired. "I tried to hide it," she said softly, "but you wouldn't let me." ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ Truths are louder than secrets, merciless, burning, and impossible to unsee. He had once lived far from chaos, untouched by shadows he couldn't name. But the moment she walked in, everything shifted. She didn't just carry secrets, she became the storm that held them back. Now, the calm has broken. He tried to walk away but some obsessions don't die. His heart may have shattered the day she left, but his resolve stayed sharp. The questions she buried beneath silence never stopped haunting him. So he followed them, every fractured breadcrumb, every forgotten whisper. But what awaited him wasn't closure. It was destruction. Lethal, consuming, and nothing like he imagined. She had tried to shield him. Fought with silence, with distance, with every piece of strength she had left. But she couldn't stop him from stepping into her world. A world she had spent years trying to escape. And when the dust finally settled, when the damage was done and truth lay bare, she vanished once more. This time, she left no trace. Only the ache of unfinished stories and a man still waiting. Waiting for the girl who had become both his ruin and his reason. They will meet again, after time, after distance, after everything. But when they do, nothing will be the same. Because some love stories don't unfold. They circle back. And begin again. ••• This is NOT a standalone book.

_____________________________________ ✨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 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!!