MANVIKA POV:
Since Amaira was born, the meaning of happiness changed. To me, being content was seeing her doing things-her little giggles, naughtiness, and whatnot-everything she does is a wonder to us.
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You love someone and get married. But love wasn't enough in marriage to make it successful. Compromising and adjusting to each other is mandatory. But Ankita and Adhir terribly failed in keeping balance between their professional and lovelife leading them to get divorced. Though they love each other crazily yet their careers mattered more resulting in parting ways. What happened when she met him after three years of their divorce that when she went on a date. That night changed their equations making them fcvk each other and filling the emptiness. Will their families accept them to get together? Firstly, will Ankita want Adhir back in her life? Being divorced they maintained their physical relationship, making it more complicated. Come join the reunion journey of Ankita and Adhir.
I turned my tear filled eyes to papa who was looking at me with disgust and hate. His hatred broke me apart. Whynot he despise me when I'm marrying against his will, staking his reputation? But I'm helpless and was threatened by the devil of my life, Sriansh Malhotra. He's forcing me by pointing numerous guns which were hidden at papa. I was nothing but a living corpse sitting beside him with a tear stained face. He made me hate myself but won't let me die. He tied mangalsutra and filled my partition with vermilion. Priest announced us as husband and wife. I'm a crying mess and scared for my family. He dragged me like a rag doll to his mansion. Pushed into his room, I fell on the floor with force. He sat on the edge of the bed spreading his legs wide and gazing at me with lust and desire accompanied with hate. “Welcome to my personal hell Mrs. Malhotra.” His words sent shivers down my spine. I clutched my lehenga out of fear. “ It's our first night, don't you think we should do it?” He questioned me sarcastically. “Sri…Sriansh” “ Get on your knees. You better know there's no escape to night.” He ordered me. ***** He's the dark devil who caged her. And extremely possessive and obsessed with her. He believes his family's happiness was snatched by her. She's drowned in guilt and remorsing every second for being alive. He thinks she killed his sister's husband and snatched his sister's life. Did she kill his sister's husband? What's the dark past they both were fighting for? Will he know the truth before it's late? It's a dark suspense thriller filled with dark romance. Join the story of Sriansh's revenge and her guilt.
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