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When she entered his room for the first time and her eyes met with the TV that was mirroring all corners of her home, including the bathrooms, paralysing fear gripped her. All the while, her being watched never crossed her mind because he instilled so much panic that he ensured she couldn't think straight to be able to realise how he knew everything. Including the plan she discussed to nab him. "Oh that! Don't bother. Even your phone is tapped." She shuddered with unyielding nervousness as his hand slid around her waist. Her lips became glued when he came nearer, and he rested his head on her shoulder. "I am not like those men in the films you watched in your childhood. We are married. As my wife, you must fulfil my needs. I don't care whether you love me or not. I won't lie by promising to give you time to settle." "I hate you. And I'd rather chew stones than agree to get close to you." She spitted with immense hatred and tried to break free of his hand, which instead began to roam around her body. . She is Poonam. A renowned surgeon, a philanthropist, a motivator and an inspiration to many. Everyone has dark sides, so does she. A great life she owns in front of the world but behind the curtains, she is the darkest flower. She groves immense dislike to her father's wife, her stepmother, and for that intense hatred, it caused her a great stain to her reputation when she caused the death of the woman who bears her stepmother's name and comes from the same village as her. Love happens with a twist. Can be read as a stand-alone.
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