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Hᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ Mᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ?
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Complete, First published Aug 02, 2020
Mature
An arranged marriage story.....

Where the couple leads a happy life until she returns.....

Is the wife a choice for husband??

Does marriage gives him the right to Rape her??

Can he be forgiven after apologizing once??

What do their heart say about each other after that pathetic moment??

This story revolves around marital rape and misunderstandings.
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