Finding Love

His face was inches from hers, his eyes burning with a cold fury that made her blood run cold.

"Tumhara kareeb aane se pehle main mar jaunga," he hissed, his voice laced with a venomous bitterness.

"Nafrat karta hoon tumse, beinteha nafrat." His words were like daggers, piercing her heart, each syllable a fresh wound. He would rather die than touch her. He loathed her with every fiber of his being.

He grabbed her hair, his fingers twisting into her scalp, yanking her head back, forcing her face up to meet his burning gaze.

"Aur tumhe itna majboor kar dunga ki tum nafrat karogi apne aap se, us waqt se jisme tumne mujhse shadi kari,"

he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Itna tadpaunga ki tum marna pasand karogi par maut nahi dunga."

His words were a chilling promise, a vow to inflict unimaginable pain, to break her spirit, to crush her very soul. He would not give her the mercy of death. He would make her life a living hell.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at him, his face a mask of hate, his eyes burning with a cold, unyielding rage. But even in her fear, a spark of defiance flickered within her.

"Tu adar rahiyega apne baat par,"

she whispered, her voice trembling but firm.

"Kabhi, kabhi bhi mat aayega paas humare. Mat chhoiyega hume."

She would not cower before him. She would not let him break her.

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This is their story. A story born not of love, but of the ashes of shattered dreams and the bitter seeds of hate. A story where the sacred bonds of marriage are twisted into instruments of torture, where the promise of forever is replaced by the chilling reality of unending torment. Will she survive this nightmare? Will she find the strength to fight back against the man who has vowed to destroy her? Or will she be consumed by the darkness that threatens to engulf her?