The Forced Bride

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"Stop trying to run away", Idris says as he holds Devaki by her shoulders.

She glares up at him. "Never. I'll never stop. You'll have to kill me if you want to stop me", she tells him as she tries to struggle out of his arms.

"Sorry, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of killing my wife", Idris says lightly as he brings his mouth closer.

"Why? Why can't you let me go?", Devaki asks shaking her head.

"Ask me anything. Anything else. I'll give it to you", he says desperately as he curves his palm around the side of her neck.

"Let me go", she says.

"I can't do that", he says bringing their bodies closer, ignoring the hitch in her breath when their bodies rub against each other.

"I hate you", she whispers as her gaze flicks between his eyes and his lips that are closing in.

"I know", he whispers as he tilts her head to the side before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that had her relaxing against his body.

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~Devaki~
The partition of India and Pakistan wreaked havoc in the lives of people on both sides of the border. Devaki's case was not much different. Her life changed in a fortnight. Abducted and forced to marry into a Muslim family, she holds on to hope and willpower to find a chance to escape. But never did she expect her cold and indifferent husband to steal her heart.

~Idris~
Idris has his own reasons to obey his father and marry an Indian Hindu woman. His plan was simple. Get what he wants from his father and let the woman go. But what he didn't expect was the headstrong woman to barge her way into his heart and leave his plans to dust .

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Join the journey of Devaki and Idris as they weave through life. What happens when their plans fail and they have to choose between what they want the most and their love for each other? Will they get what they want? Or will they choose each other?

(Disclaimer: The dates, events and names of places in the story may not be accurate. The facts and events are bent to fit the story better.)