HER SAFE PLACE

HER SAFE PLACE

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[UNDER EDITING] ~Tere aane par jaana maine, Kahi na kahi zinda hun main.~ ⋆ ───────── ⋆ She was BROKEN by the man who was supposed to protect her. He was the man who HEALED wounds he never created. She thought her life ended the night she was raped by her own husband. He made her believe that maybe... she could live again. And while he slowly became HER SAFE PLACE... She became the HOME he never had. Dive into a story where two broken souls meet... and slowly learn that maybe love can heal what life shattered. ⋆ ───────── ⋆ Tropes • Friends to Lovers • Second Chance Love • Slow Burn • Healing Love • Revenge • Romcom ⋆ ───────── ⋆
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𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ^᪲᪲᪲ He's the chaos she's been taught to fear. The kind of man who doesn't ask-he takes. And yet, she doesn't run. Even when his stare turns her blood to fire. Even when his voice sounds like every forbidden dream she buried deep. She should be terrified. She should say no. But when his darkness leans in, all she does is whisper yes. She isn't his weakness. She's the war he's willing to burn for. __ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐲 ྀིྀི She wasn't made of glass. She was made of splinters. Of silence. Of memories buried so deep, even her reflection flinched. They called her gentle. Soft. But they didn't see the ghosts in her gaze. Didn't feel the tremble in her stillness. And me? I was born to destroy. A man stitched together by rage and shadows. I didn't believe in softness. Until her. Now I crave her like war. Not to tame her- but to burn the world that hurt her. To protect her with blood and blade and bone. She says she's not ready. That her past still breathes down her neck. But I don't need her perfect. I need her real. And if I have to tear the stars from the sky to see her light again- so be it. She's mine. And I'll drown this world before I let it touch her again.

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