Heartless Husband
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Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission.
The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear.
Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run.
His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control.
She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.
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