MAKING HER DEVIL'S ANGEL

MAKING HER DEVIL'S ANGEL

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Romance
Romance THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THEIR IS LOTS OF GRAMMETICAL MISTAKES IN THIS STORY. SO I HOPE U FORGIVE ME. AND IF U LIKE IT THEN PLZZ COMMENT....BUT IF U DON'T WANT TO READ IT THEN PLZZZ FEEL FREE TO DO OTHER THINGS.... * * * " dad plz i don't want to marry with him..i don't do anything wrong.." i cried untill i was out of tears. Suddenly i was pinned against a wall. The face of devil came infront of me. "Now now my dear wife u will have to see the way of my love. I promised i will make ur life hell". His breath feels on my face. Our lips were few inches far. Meet arthaya a innocent nd strong girl who didn't want to get married but wiser people always says.... "when , how , why life takes a turn ...no one knows.." Meet ruhan singh rathoer a cold hearted billioner. he don't want to sacrifice his freedom for anyone. So when two people comes in a relationship togther forcely what will happen ??
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Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

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