The sinful husband
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Last published Thu, Jun 26, 2025
viraj malhotra × Aanya shekhawat
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice rough. "Your lips, swollen from my kisses. Your cheeks, flushed with shame. And your body..." His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip through the saree. "Your body is begging for me."
She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. "I'm not... I don't..."
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
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Ishq zeher tera The poisonous Love of Yours #297 in Darkromance "Why did you make her sad , huh? , Were you blind enough to not see the pain you caused " said him and Increased his grip on her hair "Ouch , I'm sorry" said her in an attempt to get out of this pain "Why me" she whispered while sobbing but had no answers to get question •••••••••••••••••••••• "Where are you going? Please don't go , Please don't leave me here like this" said Her sobbing , tears down her cheeks "You deserve all this pain" he said in a cold way , it felt like thousands knives stabbing her fragile heart "Please don't go , I love you" said Her in tears but he walked Away with no care •••••••••••••••••••••• "I can't believe you all did this , where the hell did i go wrong!? I became nothing less than a whore so you'd have love and care , i suffered all the abuse and shielded you, for what? To continue that? Huh!?" Said Her screaming and Sobbing The flashes of her painful memories in her mind , It was nothing less than pure pain The Poisonous Love of yours finally took my life 🔞🔞🔞🔞 It contains mature themesComplete
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"You're leaving?" she asked, the words catching like thorns in her throat. Virat didn't look up from his suitcase. "I got the Berlin offer. I accepted." Ananya laughed-sharp, hollow. "Right. Because what's a few months of marriage to you, anyway? You didn't even fight." He finally turned. Calm. Wounded. Dangerous in his stillness. "Fight for what, Ananya?" he said. "You never wanted me. You wanted a pawn. A placeholder. A revenge story with cheekbones." She took a step forward. "Maybe. At first." Silence. Then softer. "But I do now." Virat blinked. Just once. As if the words had cut something open inside him. "Too late," he said. She grabbed his wrist, voice shaking. "It's not. I don't care if you hate me. I'm not letting you go." He smiled then-tired, unfairly beautiful. "Then convince me. Make me stay." Scene- 2 "What if I make you strip - Mr Malhotra?" "Umm- a - I - I have work" He kind of stammered getting up from bed. She laughed like she never did in years. "Dare You step out the room and see what I do? I will make sure your boss throws You out of your company" she suppressed her laugh and composes herself warning him. "Really? Ananya, fine I will strip if you could take it" he starts unbuttoning his shirt with full confidence as he thought she would back off after this but no she smirks and shameless stares at him saying, " Waiting dear husband."Complete
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force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨
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