My Beggar Husband

My Beggar Husband

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My name is Kezomi Amarae Ardenvale, but everyone calls me Kez. To the world, I'm a supermodel - a goddess on the runway, the face everyone adores. But behind the cameras and flashing lights, I'm just a daughter trapped in a gilded cage. My father has arranged my marriage to a man I've never met - a powerful heir who could be cruel, arrogant, or even dangerous. I refuse to be a pawn in his business game. So, I made a reckless choice. If I'm going to marry someone, it will be my choice, not his. That's when I saw him - a mysterious man sitting alone on a crowded street. Dirty clothes. Worn-out shoes. A beggar. And yet... there was something about him. A sharpness in his eyes, a quiet confidence that didn't match his appearance. On impulse, I offered him marriage. It was crazy, desperate, and utterly foolish. What I didn't know was that the man I chose to escape my fate... is the very same man my father chose for me all along.
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"π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’—π’†π’“π’š π’‡π’Šπ’“π’”π’• π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’†, 𝑡𝒐𝒕 π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’•π’π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" β€’β€’β€’β€’ "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. β€’β€’β€’β€’ His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

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