^_^ Sorry for posting it here. This is my first story. Give it a try. ^_^
He dragged her to their shared bedroom
He lit a cigar and went to the balcony. He returned. Half-smoked cigar still burning between his fingers.
She curled to the edge of the bed, like a shadow trying to disappear. Limbs trembling.
She didn’t look at his face. She saw only the hand. The cigar. Still burning. Still capable of marking her.
She scrambled back. Terrified.
Clutching her knees like they could protect her from him.
From what he might do.
And then, a voice—barely her own—broke the silence.
“Mere paas mat aao... I’m sorry. Please, don’t hurt me.”
He froze.
As if slapped by her words.
“Wifee...” he whispered, stunned.
She didn’t seem to hear him. Or maybe she didn’t care.
“I won’t scream. I’ll stay quiet. Please... don’t touch me. I’m s—”
He cut her off—voice cracking with disbelief and panic.
“Shivani! It’s me! Avinash! Your husband... your Avinash!”
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But who was that, really?
The man who dragged her like a prisoner?
Or the one now trembling at her fear?
Did he burn her?
Did he break her?
Or was she already broken?
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Tropes♡(>ᴗ•)
☞Forced marriage
☞Age gap
☞Dark romance
☞Darkpast
☞Billionare romance
☞A touch of BDSM
Don't read the story description☠️☠️
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