THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND

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✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨
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Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway.

Her eyes were huge, confused.

"Kahan ja rahe ho aap?"

She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..."
He didn't turn.

"Foreign. Padhne."

Her sandals scraped closer.

"Kitne din?"

No answer.

"Wapas kab aaoge?"

Still nothing.

"Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?"

She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-"

"AMISHA, CHUP!"

The roar exploded, raw, vicious.
He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire.

"KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!"

She froze, braid mid-swing.

"SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!"

Each word was a slap.
He stepped closer, towering.

"AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!"

Silence cracked open.
Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson.

Her lips parted-no sound.
Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge.
She turned.
Ran.

White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope.
Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified).

Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving.
The courtyard blurred.
His own voice echoed back, monstrous.

He punched the pillar once-hard.
Knuckles split.

This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family haw mind okay.enjoy!!