Lakshman Rekha (When The Lines Got Blurry)
VAIDEHI
My mother used to say a woman is like water, shapeless, colourless, it can take on the shape of its surrounding but it's also essential for the lives of man.
But to everyone else I'm just a housewife, people say, The home maker.
A rich woman.
'wow, you're so lucky' everyone say, but I don't feel lucky.
My husband one of the elite buisness man of India, Raghav Singh Raghuwanshi.
The loving husband, son or brother to everyone else but for the women in his house he's the biggest monster of all.
No one helps a person abused if the abuser is powerful and in my case he also likes to wear a mask, a beautiful, loving mask.
When fates wheel started to turn who knows where I'll ended up. In another cruel hands (most likely) who'll know only abuse or where I can finally set myself free but I know one thing if I'm going down so will Raghav Raghuvanshi.
*Initiated for mature audiences.🔞
*If you're easily triggered by domestic abuse, sexual assault, or kidnapping and cruel language please refrain from reading.
*If multiple partners or cheating (non-main character) is not your cup of tea please don't read it.
Thank you 🙏🏽
P.S. it's a re-telling of a very famous Indian story. Can anyone tell me which one. I'm looking at you TARA.
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