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Mature content ahead. 18+ Zara P. O. V Past. I don't remember when my tiresome body fell into deep slumber after tossing and turning late night waiting for his arrival. The sunrays from the window broke my sleep. I fluttered my lashes to clear my mind. I sat on the bed groggily resting on one hand while scratching my head with the other. A yarn escape from me. It took few seconds for me to recall the yesterday night events. He left in a haste after Ezra called him. I looked on the other side of the bed to find it pristine which gives a clear indication that nobody slept. What took him the entire night? My mind started thinking about the different possibilities. He should be considerate enough to inform me if he needs to stay away the whole night. Now even he wasn't free enough to show himself up. I took my cell phone from the headbox and dialled his number. "The number you are calling is either switch off or out of reach. Please call again after some time. " Beep.... Be
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Devil Husband Betrayal and inhumanity
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Devil Husband Longingness
Aslan I twist and turn the glass mixing the liquid with the ice. "Bhai... Leave it... This is your fourth drink " Fahad remind me as if I wasn't aware. I pointed my index finger and he shut his mouth. One fucking month. She stayed away from me. It’s a torture staying away from her though I met her five days ago. I placed my head on the edge of the couch and closed my eyes. Again, her big doe like eyes stared at me with acquisition of committing a crime. A crime of infidelity. I inhaled deeply. Every fibre inside my body yearns for her. "The photos lacks any loophole. The arrangement is tough." I flicked my eyes leaning down my head and paid attention to Aman. Aman kept scrutinizing the pictures and placed it back casually. He bends down and declared with his eyes. Few lines of worry appeared on his forehead. "You are the top lawyer for what? If you can't find the solution "I gulped down the drink squinting my eyes feeling the burn inside my throat. Fuck... We man believes th
Devil Husband The courtroom
Zara’s P.O.V. Flashback “Zara… Zara...beti…listen to me … I won't let you destroy your life marrying that thrash. ...no..... it's not going to happen," Mumma said following behind me as I kept marching towards dad’s study room. “Mumma either I will marry him or no one else and stop calling him with names because if you wish or not but he is going to be your son -in law.” Opening the door, I barged inside the room and took a seat on the sofa which was placed at the corner. Dad was studying some files and seeing us inside he lifted his head and gazed at us. A soft fatherly smile appeared on his face watching my frowned face. “Dad what did he say?” I asked anxiously. He removed the spectacles he was wearing and placed them on the side carefully. “Listen Nawab Sahab, I won't let my daughter marry that orphan,” Mumma snarled. Yesterday she was ready for this marriage and now she is changing her decision. I ignored her as I did every day. “He said, he is ready for this marriage, tod
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Devil Husband The culprit
Author"Hafsa, what can you do? She is madly in love with that boy." Rihan's mother said sipping the cup of tea."This is not right Ruma. My daughter is naive like me. The mistake I made left scar in my dignity and the same mistake she is committing falling in love with that lowlife. Like every mother I too want my daughter to be happily married. But with someone who actually deserves her. And that person is none other than your son. These low-class people can never love someone truly. They only know one language and that is money. They befriend with rich people for their sake of benefits." Hafsa said with calm yet serious look.Both the best friend was having a cup of tea in the lawn. Her past flashed infront of her eyes. A naive girl in a deluxe hotel room waiting for her lover who went out to book flight tickets. Four hours since the man left and hadn't showed up. She waited and waited until it was midnight. Hafsa inhaled deeply ruminating her past. "But that boy doesn't seem to
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Zara p.o.vWhat is his problem? Always high in sex. I mused while wearing my long dress. On our first night I felt like he has some feelings for me but I was so wrong. It was just the heat of the moment and like a hopeless teenager I expected something which he was always capable to bestow on others but not on me.Rest of the other nights when he kept me locked in the room was just his need. Only mere physical relation. He has to answer me why he wants me back in his life. It's not that he wants me out of love. He is capable of anything but love me. And not to mention his pervert ways. All this though kept swirling inside my mind while I stepped out of the washroom closing the door. My eyes surveyed the room and he was nowhere to be found. When I was brought here at that time, I was fast asleep. It was meaningless to ponder who put me on the bed as I very well know it's him. He informed me in the car that we will stay few days in a farmhouse far away from the city and the rea
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