Journey From Hate To Love( on hold indefinitely)

Journey From Hate To Love( on hold indefinitely)

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"Stay away from me...don't you dare touch me" I yelled at him He pulled me flushed against him and threaded his fingers in my untangled mess pulling it back mercilessly "You are my wife ...I have every right to touch you" with that he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the wall near my head. He started sucking and licking my neck peppering small wet kisses . Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Meet Misti Singh a shy and introvert girl soon to be married to an engineer named Gaurav . Here enters Mr. Vikrant Singh Rathore a shrewd and clever businessman who is keen to get Misti at any cost. He blackmails her family and marries her forcefully. This is their Journey from hate to love.
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#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

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