{CONTINUATION FROM PART 1, "WITH YOU"}
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"W-who a-a-re you?" asked she sobbing again, placing her hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs.
"I'm your LOVER baby, don't you remember? The man you shared your bed with, huh?" asked he coming closer, as she stepped back, with her limping feet, shaking her head.
"No you're not the my Vivaan! Y-you can n-never be m-my Vivaan!" spoke she, as she was shivering in fear.
"Yes, I'm not your Vivaan, but your Master, WHORE, & now your Master needs you!" spoke he coming to her, smirking devilishly, & the lust in his eyes scared her to death.
Love isn't just about confessing & promising, it's more about keeping the promises made, forever & ever!
Will Vivaan & Aisha be able to pass the FIERY ORDEALs of LOVE & get along together, forever, or will the flames of MISTRUST, DOUBTS, QUESTIONS, & LIES turn their love to ashes...
What will happen when the PAST & PRESENT collide? What will happen when the BURIED TRUTHS make their way into an ignorant AISHA's life?
What will happen when VIVAAN faces challenges from a combined army of enemies & also from his own insides, with a burning heart?
Can they both together pass every test, or will their love shatter as a fragile piece of glass?
WELCOME BACK TO THE JOURNEY OF THE ORDEALS OF LOVE OF AISHA &VIVAAN!
This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'."
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She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade.
And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable.
He was marrying someone else.
He was becoming someone else.
The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless.
Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely.
Gone.
He was gone.
The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal.
Her steps faltered.
Her vision darkened.
Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness.
Then-darkness.
Cold. Silent. Suffocating.
A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive.
And then-his voice.
Deep. Laced with something dangerous.
"What will I do with you, dewdrop?"
Her breath hitched.
No. No. It wasn't possible.
Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force.
"Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap