I HATE MY HUSBAND

"Behave," she whispered.
"If you say my name like that," he replied, "I will forget why I'm behaving."

"You're killing me here, baby."

"Don't look at me like that-not when I've spent ten days learning how to breathe without you."

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I was twenty-four when my future was decided in a room I didn't control.
He was thirty-two and already owned cities.

They called it an arranged marriage.
I called it a mistake.

Raghav Oberoi didn't ask for my consent,
he waited for my surrender.

Cold eyes. Iron control. A presence that made rooms go silent.
A man who didn't raise his voice... because he never had to.

I wanted to hate my husband.

But how do you hate a man who looks at you like losing you would ruin him?

This is not a gentle love story.
It's obsession disguised as devotion.
A marriage built on power, broken by love, and sealed by fire.