Devil Husband (Only For 18+) || ✓

Devil Husband (Only For 18+) || ✓

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MatureComplete Fri, Jan 21, 20225h 22m

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"welcome to the HELL baby" Aaric said emphasizing the word "hell", and pushed her hard into the house,on the cold floor. "Why did you pushed me and what you want to say?" Maahi asked still not able to understand what is happening here. "This is nothing, just a little revenge of mine" He held her hair tight in his grip. "W.why?" Tears roll down her eyes, as she asked stammering. "Because your dad made a big mistake!" He slapped her hard. The slap made a cut on her lips, and blood came out from that cut. He slapped her again, and this time, the print of his fingers were printed on her white, soft cheek. He pushed her again, and started beating her. He brought one stick from his room and hit her with that stick. After more than 10 minutes he stopped, when he saw that she was not able to bear it more. Her eyes were puffy and swallow due to continues hit, her nose and lips were bleeding very badly, her cheeks had very bad marks of his fingers, her both hands had only print of the stick, her head had a red and purple marks of stick, she was all messy, the sleeves of her pink dress were torn. Soon darkness took over her and she became unconscious. He laughed hard and went from there.... . . . *************************** The thing was, They both did love marriage, and her love marriage turned into hell. she loves him and want to change him but he only wants to take revenge. she has a faith on her love that she will change him and he has a faith on his hatred that he will make her life hell. . . . ***************************** Warning: This story is filled with mature scenes, rape scenes, domestic violence, abusive scenes, so if you are not comfortable with it then don't read it. Don't complain me after reading. I won't take it... . . . . ***************************** Cover by one and only me.

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