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"Abram, please give me the ring, please" tears streamed down from her cheeks as she begged in front of her husband, naked precisely. A cruel chuckle escaped from his mouth and she peered at him with her terrified tearful gaze. He stared at her with a sadistic smirk "Crawl to me". A marriage of hatred and atonement, one dreadful night that changes everything for two withering hearts. There will be love and betrayal. In this saga of never-ending hate and love, will they survive each other?
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My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Fire
Abram~My hands etched to touch her, hold her, pull her close to me, because it's been a week since I went without touching her, talking to her. I don't even know how I am even surviving. And today in this damn saree, I could feel my patience tearing. She is looking like someone out of world , like an angel. I glanced at my side to look at her and she was looking out of the window, her fingers fidgeting and her palm was still very red. A sensation ran through me, as her slapping Ariana flashed across my eyes. The way her eyes were ablaze, I have never seen her so fierce except that night when Ethan tried to--My grip tightened on the steering wheel, my jaw clenching and suddenly I felt a soft hand on mine "slow down, please" I heard her honey like voice.She was about to remove her hand away, but I quickly grabbed it and interlocked our fingers, she is all I need to calm the chaos of my mind. We reached the destination with silence hung in the car. But this silence wasn't disturbi
Last Updated : 2025-04-02My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Me and my husband!
Third person pov~A tear trickeled down from her brown eyes, as she saw the seen unfolding in front of her. She has seen this before, decades ago. She saw two hearts suffering, withering in pain but she couldn't help them, because they will have to figure it out themselves. She won't interfare again, but she swore she would protect them with all her might. She won't let history repeat again. She should have known that her family is bound to sufffering, and unfortunately she can't even prevent it. But she won't let them fall apart. She will make sure they hold each other's hand by the end of the day. ***Meera~I wiped my eyes for the tenth time now but these damn won't just stop. I curled up and hugged the pillow which has his essence on it. My whole body wrecked as sob after sob rip through my chest, my tears wetting the pillow. His absence in the room is feeling heavy, my body is feeling cold because he hasn't touched me for hours now. I haven't seen him for hours, and my h
Last Updated : 2025-04-01My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Hurting
Abram~I drove off, away from her but my mind still lingered at her sad face that kept on flashing across my eyes. She looked so happy while holding the baby, so serene and at peace. And I know at that moment what she wanted but I can't fulfill her that wish, ever. I won't let any baby come between us, she can play with my nephew and nieces for all she wants but at the end I want her as completely mine. No hinderance. I sighed and the phone blared, I frowned as my gaze fell upon the phone on the passanger's seat. It was Meera's phone. Such a careless woman. I glanced at the time in my watch, fuck I was already late for the field trip but she also can't go without her phone either. 'No, fucker you can't go without talking to her'. I scoffed at my mind. I rolled the steering wheel and took a sharp u-turn and drove towards my home. I grabbed her cell and got out of the car. Whistling my way inside the home, I frowned as I saw a familiar car of mom. I hurriedly pushed open the ga
Last Updated : 2025-03-31My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Baby
Meera~Warmth.A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.Abram.My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.I raised my hand to push away the hair and stare at him all day, but I refrained.Did he bring me here to his bed? But why? He doesn’t like sleeping with me in the same bed. And then, piece by piece, I realized—nightmare.No. Terror filled me, and I tried to move away from his hold. But as soon as I moved, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. A low, sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his lips ghosting
Last Updated : 2025-03-29My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Nightmare
Meera~He gently rolled my hard nipple under his thumb, and a soft, low moan escaped from my throat. He was still on my chest, trailing his fingers over my arm, planting feathery kisses on my chest.My hand itched to run my fingers through his mass of brown wavy curls, but I restrained myself from doing it because that would mean I had lost control when I had not.Control is the only power I have right now, in me. Even though the thread of control is wearing out with each passing day.I don't want to control myself; I want to lose myself in his touch, but I can't. And that's a fucking tragedy.Suddenly, a thunderstorm boomed, lighting up the whole sky, and my body convulsed, earning a low chuckle from him.I tried to push him away, but this beast of a man only forced his body down on mine."Abram, we need to leave," I said, but he just groaned in response and tightened his hold around my body."It's an abandoned road; we can't stay here any longer," I said through gritted teeth. He si
Last Updated : 2025-03-29My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Dance for me
Abram~The silence hung in the thick air, suffocating me. I loosened the tie around my neck and opened two buttons with a single hand.None of us spoke as I drove the car in eerie silence. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as her words from earlier echoed in my ears like venom."You are free to hurt me, but do it without this facade, without this pretense."The weight of her words settled in my chest like lead. I wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but I knew better.The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon reflections casting fractured colors across her face. She sat beside me, staring out the window, arms wrapped around herself as if shielding herself from an invisible storm.A storm that is me.I stole a glance at her—at the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly against the fabric of her dress. She wasn't crying, but the silence between us was louder than any scream.The pain in her voice still cut deep.Does she really think I am pretending to be gen
Last Updated : 2025-03-28My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Pretense
Meera~I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face."No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out of my stomach.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, my body trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My throat burned, my stomach clenched painfully, but nothing compared to the agony twisting inside me.I wrapped my arms around myself as if that could hold me together, as if I wasn't already breaking apart.Why am I like this? Why can't I just be normal?I should have felt happy with the li
Last Updated : 2025-03-27My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Eat
Meera~I sat on the floor, tired. I bit my inner cheek, trying not to cry. My eyes glossed over, and just like that, traitorous tears dropped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.He is trying to change the last shred of me, trying to mold me into something I am not and could never be.I glanced around the closet full of luxury clothes with expensive brands, high heels, bags—everything a fashion girl would dream of.But I don't.My old clothes, without any fanciness, were donated to some NGO.Yes, I was born into a rich family, but this is not me. I don't like fanciness; I like simplicity. But who cares about what I like? It's what my dad liked, and now, it's what my husband likes.These clothes are not me. I am not this way, and now he is forcing me to be something like this. He knows I don't wear such revealing clothes, yet he is making me realize that he is the one who holds power.I am a mere puppet, dancing on his strings.I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, taking a shaky
Last Updated : 2025-03-26My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Little punk
Abram ~ I clenched my fists as I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My mother’s words echoed in my head like a poisonous chant. "Divorce her." The audacity. The fucking audacity. My jaw locked as I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. She wanted me to leave Meera. The moment I touched her, there was no going back. And now, after everything, after the war I fought within myself, after the nights I spent battling my desire for her, after the way she made me feel—there was no fucking way I was letting her go. I turned my head sharply, my eyes landing on my wife who was scurring through her clothes in the closet. She had no idea what just happened downstairs. No idea how my mother seethed with hatred for her. How she was trying to rip her away from me. I took slow deliberate steps towards her and wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed on the cute mole on the curve of her neck. The fresh bite mark was al
Last Updated : 2025-03-25
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Meera ~ "I wish you died the day you were born" Keeping a straight face, I let my heart shatter into pieces as my father spouted Venomous words into my ear. Ain't I the luckiest bride in this world? Who gets to hear such words from her own father, and is marrying the man who does not love her? A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that was my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom she--. I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across my eyes. I took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed...
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