Aasha.... A young girl who gave dreams in her life..... An epitome of beauty.... Her gracefulness cooing in her silence..... Daydreaming about being a dancer...... But suddenly was dragged back to the reality.... The small chirpings were heard at how beautiful she is. The ladies in the roo
Aasha's pov. Today. The first day of my married life and I don't know what exactly is happening around me. Everything here seems unfair and I only get to watch as if I'm invisible to this all people. None has their eyes on me but only on their dead son and some women who are crying over his body
That day was the day when I got to know that she is his lover and they still allowed her to cry on his chest when I was married to him and I was even made into a widow. The more I'm getting to know them the more I'm feeling scared of them. They are being unusually different. They are siding with his
The same man.....On the same day a year ago........ Who had killed my husband..... Was now here in front of me...... Staring into my eyes. Suddenly the hall went silent with no one around. It is only me, him, and some people standing at the door footstep. My blocked mind had only allowed me to
"Mam. It is the police. They are coming in".A visible confusion of threads appeared on their face as they looked at him and wondered why they had come. In the meantime, Samira asked her mother if she filed any complaint against him but she said no. A flicker of doubt raised in her thinking if this
All the heavenly costumes and sarees were bought down to the hall and thrown down in the centre of the house where the ceiling is open rectangularly from where the house splits into multiple wings. The jwellery were thrown down roughly as the beads and diamonds spilled out. The paintings were thrown
" No. We don't allow it. This is our house". Yelled Yamini and he raised a brow at her." Now this is my house Ms. Yamini. I don't tolerate calling something mine as yours or some others"." You only own 85%". She reminded him." And that remaining 15% neither belongs to you".He bursted her hopeful
"This is my house Mrs.Gupta. And i would do what i desire. But I'll let you know. The interior of this house is going to change to a lot extent that you can't remind your own old home"." You aren't doing anything like that".Saying that she pointed her finger at him. His eyes dropped at her finger
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even falter. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something slow and hypnotic. "Tell me, what’s the difference?" Her breath caught. "Didn’t we already live like a couple before? Didn’t I already claim you like one?" She sucked in a sharp breath, he
The air inside the car was suffocating. Tension thickened like a storm about to break, drowning her in helplessness. Her small, trembling hands joined together as she sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her. Like she was nothing. "Please don’t do this,” her v
“What promises?" She inhaled sharply, her fists clenching in her lap. “That you would let me go after two weeks.” The words cut through the air, sharp and accusing. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No. It was realization. The truth hung hea
Slowly, as if the weight of her reality was sinking back in, her large eyes opened and met his. He exhaled sharply, his grip still firm, his voice low, cold, and unforgiving. “Listen to me. And listen well.” His deep voice sent an involuntary shudder through her. His tone wasn’t just demanding
“Why did you run away?” His voice was deceptively quiet, a dangerous undercurrent of rage simmering beneath the surface. She didn’t answer. Instead, she struggled harder, her wet limbs slipping through his grasp momentarily before he yanked her back with force. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RUN AWAY?”
The vehicle remained motionless, its headlights casting long, eerie shadows. The rain pounded against its hood, running in streaks down the black paint. Something felt wrong. Strongly wrong. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the rain as she tried
Good. She should be afraid. But she should also know that running was useless. Because no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she tried to escape… She would always be his. And soon, very soon— She would remember that. Asha**** It had been a week since his call. A week of suffoc
It was rare—so rare that he couldn’t recall a single time he had seen her like this. Even when she had cried in the past, disheveled and trembling, he had thought she was beautiful. A fragile kind of beauty, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. But now—now, as her lips curved effortle
Their relationship had always been an odd mix of rivalry, protection, and unspoken loyalty. Raghav clenched his jaw, his fingers curling slightly. His voice was low but firm as he muttered, "Try it. I’ll have my day too, and I’m not just warning you—I will hide your bride in the future." His bro