THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND |18+[On Hold]

THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND |18+[On Hold]

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_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ 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 WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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 have mind okay.enjoy!!
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"Main jaldi gussa ho jati hoon." Her voice was soft as she spoke without looking at him. "Main mana lunga" His voice was calm with a small smile. "Main bahut nakhre karti hoon". She said raising her chin with a challenge in her tone. He leaned closer his tone gentle. "Main aapke nakhre bhi utha lunga"...He said it not like a promise, but a vow. She glanced at him just for a second before looking away again. "Overthink karne ki...bahut buri aadat hai mujhe." His voice dropped a little as he whispered in her ear. "Toh main over explain karne ki achi aadat bana lunga". Silence stretched between them. Yashasvi turned to face him, mock anger visible in her eyes. " Main tumhari pitaai kar dungi" He laughed softly, his eyes twinkled. "Kar do na....issi bahane haath to lagaogi" He winked playfully, and for a fleeting second her lips curved despite herself. But then her voice dropped. "Main baat baat pe rone lag jati hoon" . She said looking down, her voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment. "Toh hum dono sath me ro lenge". There was something raw in the way he said it. She blinked fast, fighting the lump in her throat. " Main aapse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi". Her voice firm but trembling. Advik stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist looking straight in her eyes. "Aap bas saans lijiye madam jii....aapse pyaar hum kar lenge".

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