Shattered by him

Shattered by him

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She didn't speak much. Didn't laugh out loud. Didn't trust anyone-not after what was done to her. Haya lived in silence. The quiet kind that screams in the dark. She was the girl who flinched at kindness, who locked her own bedroom door even in her father's house, who smiled like it was a lie... because for her, it always had been. Then he arrived. Khurram. Her father's most trusted man. Stoic. Dominant. Trained to protect. The kind of man whose presence shifts a room, whose eyes undress you before he even touches you. She was his assignment. His responsibility. His burden. But Haya wasn't a burden to him. She was temptation. Innocent and aching. Shy eyes, trembling hands, and a mouth that had never begged for anything-until him. He watched her. Too closely. Touched her. Too slowly. Owned her. Too completely. She was broken. But he didn't want to fix her. He wanted to keep her shattered-so only he would know how to piece her back together. What started as protection turned to possession. What began as silence turned into moans behind locked doors, legs shaking, wrists pinned. She craved him like pain, and he gave it to her like a gift. Every order he whispered, she followed. Every bruise he left, she wore like devotion. She called it safety. But it was submission. She called it need. But it was madness. And Khurram? He called it control. Now, she's trapped in his world-where darkness is comfort, silence is obedience, and love is just another weapon. He wasn't sent to ruin her. But he did. And she let him. Again. And again. And again. This isn't a love story. It's a power play. A dangerous obsession between a shattered girl who no longer wants to be whole- and the man who taught her that safety can taste like sin. Welcome to Shattered by Him. You'll beg to be broken too.
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