Tangled with Inhumane Beast

Tangled with Inhumane Beast

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Jiya Mathur She was an angel whose life was cursed and this was all because of her beauty and everyone hated her even her own parents, no one loved her but used her just like a doormat. Mrityunjay Pratap Sisodia He is man who wrote his own destiny and became one of the richest businessman of the country. His life was mysterious no one knew what he was but people say that he is not a human being but devil himself in form of human. what will happen when life plays a cruel game with Jiya and she gets trapped.... Mrityunjay gets what he wants and to get what he wants he can even take lives of many people and bath in their blood for his OBSESSION TO GET HER. Edit (Warning this story has some disturbing content in few of its chapters)
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Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

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