"I don't merely experience anger, Hiya. My feelings towards you go beyond that – it's a perpetual hatred. While anger may subside in a moment, this kind of hatred lingers for a lifetime. No matter how much one desires, such hatred cannot be eradicated. I harbor an enduring resentment towards you, Hiya!" The intensity of his words conveyed the depth of his emotions and the complexity of the situation. "You women are truly greedy. And you, Hiya, turned out to be just like that. Did you marry me for anything other than money?" Ahil's eyes became slightly moist as he spoke, but he couldn't contain his silence today. It felt like he was unleashing years of pent-up frustration on one woman. Pausing briefly, he began to roar again, "What do you think of yourself, Hiya? Will you go anywhere without telling, considering yourself the mistress of this house?" Then, after a momentary pause, he yelled, "But don't forget that your place in this house is worse than that of the servants. You are my slave and will always remain so. Because you created this place for yourself... never consider yourself the mistress of this house. And yes, you have no right to question me. Stick to the job you were brought here for and don't try to go beyond that. Otherwise, I will kill you...!"
Delhi (India)
A pin drop silence was there in the air, under the broad day light of around 2 o'clock, and the entire house was in complete disarray. As if a heavy blow of wind came and destroyed everything, leaving gloominess and mess.
Glass shards were scattered all over the floor. It seemed like the house had not been cleaned for quite a few days. Clothes were lying here and there, and in some places, there were several pieces of broken glass bangles. On one side, a bloodstained bed looked desolate.
Her entire body was writhing in pain. She had so little strength left that she couldn't even stand on her own. Before her, the same scene replayed over and over again-the moment when that person, in a state of intoxication, brutally beat her, and even worse, forced himself upon her. She pondered, "Does a husband really harm his wife so brutally? Does a husband forcefully violate her without her consent? Does a husband imprison his own wife like a prisoner?"
But this all was happening with her.
Her own husband raped her last night, even though he was the person... the person she liked, the person of her choice, the person she loved. Despite that, today she started fearing him and developed hatred towards him.
Recalling the incident from the previous night, she closed her eyes in pain, lying on the ground. Numerous tears rolled down her swollen cheeks.
Due to crying, her entire face turned red. Even in such a miserable state, she appeared like a beautiful artwork. Deep black eyes with long lashes, snow-white skin adorned with several scars, long hair that hadn't been combed for who knows how many days, causing them to tangle with each other.
In the name of clothing, there was only a nightgown that came in violet color down to its knees, with strings to tie over her shoulders which was also open, leaving her body exposed.
She didn't had that in her to cover her exposed self. And even cover it from whom or for whom? When the guardian of this body, who should protect her, was a wolf in the form of a human.
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Last Night
"N-Ut..Utkarsh I'm on my periods please... please don't do it today", she plea with a crying tone.
"Did I asked for your opinion?", he roared at her. And flinching, she shivers in terror while her eyes get shut closed and hands cup her ears.
"No... no... but I'm getting stomach ache."
"So, what do you want? Should I bring you chocolates like the guys or take you out for an outing... or maybe bring your pads, huh?", he grits and lands a harsh slap over her face.
With whose intensity, she fell abruptly from the bed, causing the black glass bangles on her hand to shatter, scattering in pieces on the floor, and some piercing into her hand.
She screams in pain badly when he walks closer to her, grips hand which was wounded by broken bangles and twists roughly, then growls, "Now, say nah Bitch.. don't you have tongue?"
"M-my.. my hand is hurting, Utkarsh leave... I said leave it!", she deadpans, writhing in pain.
"What did you say? Leave... now wait, I'll show you!", he hisses in annoyance.
He throws her over the bed, pushing her hard and removes every inch of cloth from her body venting his anger and lustful desire needs. For a long time she kept on screaming but he got deaf ears to them.
The whole bed sheet was bathed in the pool of blood. But he doesn't stop until he takes her 2-3 times more, satisfying himself to the fullest, and goes to sleep. While she sobs vigorously, turning into a ball. The pain is getting worse after that torment and now crying. Helplessly, lying over there, she was holding onto her stomach once and then head as the pain took over her body, but no one was there to hear her screams.
Recalling all this, she screamed in a distressing manner.
She cried loudly, sobbing uncontrollably.
After crying to her heart's content for a while, she mustered courage to stand up. She attempted to get up, driven by the fact that she hadn't eaten or had a sip of water in since a day. In the restlessness of thirst, she struggled to rise from the bed, but in the next moment, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Ah...!" she screamed again, this time with the intensity of pain. On the ground, there were pieces of glass that once again pierced into her hands. Her entire hand was now covered in blood. Once again, she started sobbing uncontrollably.
While crying, she could only think of her mom and dad. She remembered how they had strongly advised her, "Hiya, dear... Utkarsh is not a good choice for you." From a distance, their words of counsel echoed in her mind.
"Mama, you were right... Utkarsh is not a good choice for me... he is bad... Actually, he is dirty... very dirty, Momma... he dirtied me too... very dirty, Momma... very dirty!"
She cried out so loudly that she began to fear even looking at herself. She wasn't like this before; she was like a beautiful flower in a garden, and Utkarsh, the named devil, had crushed her petals.
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Ahil Raizada was the only brother among three sisters and was everyone's favourite. Despite being the youngest among his sisters, his status was just like that of the elders. It seemed as if his three sisters were younger than him, and their brother was older.
He had beautiful eyes with a good height, adorned with a nifty eye-map. Dark brown hair, hazel brown eyes, a slight shaving on the face... and he was the first choice of thousands of girls – Ahil Raizada.
All the girls in his office admired him, but they knew that he would never be there, it would only be a dream. Truly, he is just a prince charming of dreams.
Today, the entire Raizada mansion was glittering due to Ahil's birthday. His three married sisters were present, but no one seemed to know whose birthday it was. His elder sister Sneha called him.
After ringing a couple of times, Ahil, the birthday boy, finally picked up the call and calmly said, "Yeah, Di! What happened?"
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.