“But this? Should I replace your hand too?” She twisted her wrist, trying to yank it from his hold, but his grip didn’t budge. “And what exactly changed after your blood spilled, huh? Did you escape? Did the universe bend in your favor? Did I disappear?” She looked up sharply, her eyes burning. R
Carrying her with an unyielding grip at her waist, her back pinned to his chest, he marched through the silent hallway like he was dragging a disobedient possession back into place. His strides were sharp. Brutal. His fury burned through the quiet. He kicked the bedroom door open and without hesita
Hi everyone. I might have put you in so much wait. But here is the thing. In the month of February i got to know my mother is suffering from ulcers. I don't exactly know how the treatment will be but they Said it is severe and just said my mom is lucky enough to escape surgery. That put me
That alone was enough to bring tears of rage to my eyes. As I stepped down the staircase, I forced myself to really look at the house for the second time. The first time was right after he married me and dragged me here—when my vision was too clouded with tears to see anything. Now, I stood still
**One week.** Only one week has passed. Yet it felt like a lifetime, suspended in the choking fog of boredom and dread. Time dragged its limbs across the floor of this strange new home, echoing hollow and heavy with every breath I took. I refuse to lift a finger in this house—as if I’m some kind
Her eyes fell on the sacred thread around her neck—the nuptial chain. Her fragile fingers took it in hand as she examined it with longing eyes. This was the second time she was married, wasn't it? The irony? She was married to her dead husband's stepbrother. Both of them shared a common aim: dest