My second Husband

My second Husband

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 9, 2026
Her ex-husband sold their newborn son. Then he threatened to sell their daughter. To protect her child, she let herself be destroyed. Love became a weakness she could no longer afford. Five years later, she is forced into a marriage with Krish Yaduvanshi, a ruthless mafia king betrayed by his own wife. He doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in hope. Can they heal each other.. or will they fall apart?
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He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

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