Vienne Marlow, a medical student and his intern. She planned on surviving her internship peacefully and quietly-keep her head down, get the credits, and get it done without drawing anyone's attention. But that was before him. Before the late-night encounters, the smirks across lecture halls, the hands that shouldn't have touched her but did. Before she realized her professor wasn't just watching her-he was studying her. Mapping her. Obsessing over every way she could be his. Dr. Sebastian Vale, a surgeon and her professor. He wanted her bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, hair in his fist, screaming his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 → 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 × 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙥 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙃𝙤𝙩, 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 → 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩

_____________________________________ ✨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!!