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Heartless Husband by shree_storyteller
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"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.
Threads of Power and Pain by StorybyCara
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"Two broken hearts, one shared enemy. Revenge brought them together. Love refused to let them walk away." A story of two exactly opposite person who met with accident or should I say planned accident Adhiraj Singh Suryavanshi Underworld king and business tycoon. He didn't choose power---power choose him. His only goal is to drag one bastard to his knees, no matter the cost. Built of steel and scars... and yet, she's the only storm he can't control. Jivika Rathore Interior designer. Calm on the outside, storms hidden inside. She fears no one, stands her ground like stone. carrying countless secrets in her heart. Ready to keep a promise at any cost, hungry for revenge....untill he walked in and rewrote her world. But destiny play a role now let's see what is going to happen with them. Will they fall in love with each other? Will they ever find eachothers true intentions? or Will they have sad ending?? She who is badly broken He who is full of ego and cold She wants home So he became.
πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π―πžπ₯𝐲 𝐌𝐒𝐧𝐞||πŸπŸ–+ by shreens_galaxy
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#1 π–Žπ–“ 'π•·π–Šπ–™π–π–†π–‘ π•Ίπ–‡π–˜π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–”π–“' π–˜π–Šπ–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ βœ§βœΏπ–π‘πžπ§ πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π¨π§ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐒𝐧𝐠π₯𝐞 π₯𝐒𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 π›πžπœπ¨π¦πžπ¬ π‹πžπ­π‘πšπ₯✿✧ I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. DEVASTATED and BETRAYED. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin. Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire. He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch. At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not. "My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."