Hanin
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Last published Mon, Jun 22, 2026
She sat on the bed, draped in a deep crimson saree woven with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered with every flicker of light. Her golden-brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, brushing against her waist like a silken waterfall. Every inch of her adorned the essence of a bride.
She had her knees pressed to her chest as she tried to control the sobs and shivers of fear
Fear of him
The door creaked open, and her heart dropped. Her husband, her nightmare, stepped in, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his face-but something was off. His movements were slow, his steps confident. He whistled slightly as he entered, and the smirk on his lips and victorious gaze made her skin crawl with creeps
Her breath hitched. Tears spilled faster down her cheeks as fear took hold. She instinctively scooted back on the bed, clutching the edge of her saree, her wide, tear-glazed eyes locked onto his. His dark gaze met hers-hazy, unreadable, and heavy with something dangerous.
He unbuttoned his Sherwani, walking towards her as he said
"Do you know what happens to a man... when the thing he's craved for so long ends up in his hands - with nowhere to run?"
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