"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?"
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.