Bruised [H.S]

Bruised [H.S]

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When I was a child, I always wanted to meet my prince charming. The love of my life. My knight in his shining armor. It was all that I ever wanted. I wanted him to come sooner. I've waited for so long. But now that I got him, I wanted to go back to the time where I wish I meet him and change it all. I want to whisper to my younger self to never wish to meet the love of my life. I wanted to fade away. I wanted to stop the time. Because I can't stop his hand from colliding with my cheeks. The feeling of his harsh hand against my wrist. The same hands pulling on my hair. The pain that I desperately wish to vanish. The pain that I feel every single day. Physically and emotionally. I can't stop myself from being bruised. From being shattered With the hands of my man. The thing that I don't get is that I still love him with all of my heart. Despite the bad things he do, I still love him so much. I love him and it's killing me.
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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.

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