This new sensual feeling made him excited like a horse that was aggressively running to win the race. He was still consumed by the alcohol, the rain wasn't able to wash his intoxication away.
His lust was raging like a fire that couldn't be extinguished, that even the light was cut off to participate in this evil scene.
"No, who are you, no please no!"she was shocked when she was awoken by his dirty touch and felt their indecent position but due to darkness, she couldn't easily escape from his stronghold. She cried hopelessly, but the young man was very intoxicated, he felt very powerful, he was like a heartless beast who slowly devoured her delicate soul, every piece of it. She tried hard to get away, but she wasn't able to protect her chastity. He did it, he destroyed her.
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To what extent could you give forgiveness?
Meet the hopeless patient,Drayan Ebry Cham ,a normal 14-year old girl. A diligent practicing Muslimah, but this little angel was being dragged to the darkness, someone removed her halo, there was a man who violated her soul, who killed her laughter and burned her dignity.
But after ten years, Drayan bloomed like a beautiful flower .She was fine physically,but she had an unsound mind.
Meet her sinful handsome doctor,Harix Birkly Hans. A 95% angel by looks but a 100% devil by act. He wore his white coat like wings installed behind his back. But these wings clipped by his dark past and brought him to internal hell.
When a temporary touch became a permanent mark
When the time just worsened the pain
Was 10 years enough to force someone to regret his sin? Or was it enough to run away again?
If you are the sick princess would you accept the healing hands of a beast?
Internal Hell(Satan doesn't shout,he whispers)
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A marriage neither wanted.
A hatred neither understands.
Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them.
He never wanted a wife.
Especially not her.
Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention-
to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive.
Asmaira enters with something far heavier-
guilt.
Not to protect him.
Not to save him.
But because she knows the truth of what happened...
and she cannot bear to confess it.
They have never met.
But the moment they do, the air turns sharp-
full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing.
He despises her for a sin she never committed.
She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed.
And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon...
and closeness is a threat.
In this house, love is impossible.
Trust is deadly.
But hatred?
Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.