Six Months Later
She went and sat beside him on the bed, her presence soft yet insistent.
Six Months Later
She went and sat beside him on the bed, her presence soft yet insistent.
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He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.
Ruhi has always trusted him, he has been there for her through thick and thin. She believes their bond is unbreakable. But there's a side to him that Ruhi never saw coming - a side so dark and obsessive that it threatens to shatter everything. His love for her has always been intense, but over time, it has morphed into something far more sinister. He's been watching her, sending anonymous gifts, tracking her every move, and hiding a secret journal filled with his twisted fantasies. His devotion to her isn't just love - it's a dangerous obsession, and it's consuming him. When Ruhi unknowingly stumbles upon the truth, she's horrified to learn that the person she trusted most has been secretly plotting to make her his, no matter the cost. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content (smut) and non-consensual situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. The content is intended for mature audiences 18+ only. If you are sensitive to such themes, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this story.
"Please... please help me, he is selling me, please help me," she cried out to him, her voice cracking with desperation. Rudra said nothing at first. His eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face . "Shaadi karogi mujhse?" he asked, his tone flat, unreadable. (Will you marry me?) She just looked at him, frozen, her lips parted but unable to speak. "Shaadi kar lo mujhse. Bacha loonga tumhe," he said again, voice steady and emotionless. (Marry me. I'll save you.) She stared at him, still mute, unable to decide what was worse. Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the road. Another man came running, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he called out to her. "Aakhir mil hi gayi tu!" he exclaimed, a mix of relief and fury etched across his face. (Finally, I found you) She turned slowly, horrified to see the face she thought she had escaped. Her husband. He reached out for her hand, but she flinched. "Chal, tera naya maalik tera intezaar kar raha hai," he said coldly. (Come, your new owner is waiting for you.) She took a step back instinctively as he advanced. The pain in her heart was louder than any scream. "Kya daam lagaya hai iska?" Rudra asked, stepping between them. (How much did you price her for?) Her husband raised a brow, confused. "Kya?" (What?) Rudra remained still, his voice low and steady. "Jitna daam lagaya hai, usse das guna zyada doonga. Bech do isse mujhe." (Whatever price you set for her, I'll give you ten times more. Sell her to me.)
Dedication To the kind of love that doesn't need voices- only eyes, silence, and two hearts that understand each other. ••☆☆☆☆•• Bani. 20 years old. Mute girl. A quiet devotee of Lord Shiva, with a heart full of faith and eyes full of unspoken dreams. An introvert by nature, innocence woven into her every step. She never believed true love would ever find her... Until fate sent someone who didn't need words to hear her soul. ••☆☆☆☆•• He wiped her tears gently. "Don't cry," he said softly. Their eyes met. "I'll protect you with my life," he promised. "Then pay with your life... because no one can protect her from me today," A voice rang out along with a gun shot.
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