Forced Marriage
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Sign it, Vaidehi, he growled, voice low, unyielding, his hand slamming the table, rattling the ink.
No, anything but this, I please..... I spat, my hair whipping as I turned. His grip snagged my wrist, iron-hard, yanking me back, his breath hot on my neck.
Sign it, or this ends worse, he hissed, forcing the pen into my trembling hand-my fire clashed, his storm won.
Read to know what is she forced to sign???
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