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Roshan.

Alissa always had a hard time growing up, from losing her parents to foster care where she moves in with different families but always end up where she started. Until he came, he changed her life instantly and what a wild life she lived after that

Love hurts But Revenge kills

Humor , emotional , hurt , healing , family , relationship , suspense

Broken by own family she agreed to marry the one they choose for her to save pride and reputation of her family not aware of what future have stored for her. #1 in Dark Fiction on 15-10-2020 till 19-10-2020 #1 in Dark Fiction on 2-11-2020 till 4-11-2020 #1 in Dark Fiction on 10-11-2020 till 14-11-2020

Finding out about my parents lifestyle turned into a fight for my life

Ahana and Zain are a happily married couple, going through life with each other's support and love. They are a very lively and lovey dovey couple that would often awe people. They're so in love and into each other that it gets across anyone and they would often be found stealing moments. They would joke around, pull each other's leg and share so many moments and always making memories for life. They led a simple but beautiful life with each other. It would be best to say that they were two imperfect people but perfect for each other. They couldn't have imagined someone else in each other's place. It was as if they were meant to be. But what happens when tragedy strikes? Will it all last? Will they always be so in love? Note: This whole story will be in Ahana's point of view

"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this." "Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice. Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-" "Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning with hatred. I shook my head, trembling. "No. I can't. It will hurt. Please." "You will pay for what you did to Prisha," he spat, dragging me closer to the jagged shards. "Yuvraj, no!" I screamed as he shoved me forward. The sharp edges pierced my skin, sending searing pain through my feet. "Walk," he commanded, his voice void of mercy. "Please, Yuvraj. Stop," I begged, sobbing as the glass tore through flesh. He laughed cruelly. "This is what you deserve, Aisha. Keep going." Her broken sobs filled the room, each step she took leaving a trail of blood. "This is for Prisha," I said, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Please," she whispered, collapsing onto the floor. I stood over her, unmoved. "This is just the beginning, Aisha. Your torment has only begun." Discover more of Aisha and Yuvraj's story in The Threads of Destiny-Book 1 in the Sharma Series. Cover designed by my talented friend @𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐚_𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

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