His Ruinous obsession
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Última publicación lun, jun 8, 2026
A young girl from a village came to the city to fulfill her dreams. But she caught the eye of a devil named , Virat Shah. Can she escape his clutches? Can she escape his Ruinous obsession?
Her pov
I just hate him. Why did he destroy my life? But I have to do it for the sake of my only family, my Yuvaan. I am ready to give even my life for him. This small sacrifice is nothing for him.
His's pov
How dare she? She fucking slapped me. She will regret it. Noone gets to slap me and get away with it. Girls line up on my way but I don't even glance at them. Moreover she rejected me. She hurt my pride. I will get my revenge. I will tie her in my bed and fuck her so hard that she won't be able to get up from the bed.
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"Okay. Beg me. Sir on your knees and beg me. Beg me for help. Beg me for your brother's life. Beg me to spend a night with you." I want to see how much she can break.
"Sir , Please... Save my brother's life. Please give me money. Please spend a.... night with me." She sat on her knees and joined her hands.
"Now, where is your self respect? That day , you were preaching to me that you won't trade your self respect for anything. And now , you are here begging me on your knees for money." I said reminding her words.
.....
"Please leave him."
"When I told you that you are mine, why did you let him touch you?" He asked grabbing her hair.
"I am sorry. Please leave him.You can punish me but let him go." I pleaded with tears.
"If you want me to let him go, then strip." I knew his anger. I had to do this for his safety. But how could I strip in front of his men? I slipped my dupatta (scarf) from my shoulder. I unzipped my dress and drag the sleeve from my shoulder.
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"The contract is about to end. You told me you will let me go after a year. Just a few weeks are remaining than I will be free from your clutches."
"It's not possible to escape me ,my jaan (my life). This angel will never escape this devil. " he smirked.
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In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.
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