HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT)
You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders
𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵
The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge cru...
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⋆♚ᴬᵁᵀᴴᴼᴿ'ˢ ᴾᴼᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ⱽᴵᴱᵂ ♚
She sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the weight of her bridal attire suddenly suffocating. The room, once a vision of romance with its cascade of roses and the soft glow of flickering candles, now felt like a cage.
Her hand trembled as she lifted the veil, trying to find some sense of comfort in her surroundings. But before she could catch her breath, the door crashed open, slamming against the wall with such force that the candles quivered, their flames dancing wildly.
Mehul stood there, eyes ablaze with fury, his entire frame radiating a seething anger that made her stomach churn.
His lips curled into a snarl, a dangerous storm of emotion brewing just beneath the surface. She had seen him upset before, but this... this was different. This was hatred. Without a word, he stormed toward her, his movements swift and threatening, like a predator cornering its prey.
His fingers clamped around her arm, yanking her off the bed so brutally that she cried out in pain, her delicate bangles shattering as she hit the floor on her knees.
ESHANA crumbled to the floor, the heavy bridal veil slipping from her head as her body shook with sobs. Her knees dug painfully into the cold marble, but the physical ache was nothing compared to the torment in her heart. She had been wearing this bridal attire with the hope of a new beginning, of sharing a life with Mehul ji, but now, the very man she adored stood over her like a stranger filled with nothing but rage and disgust.
"Mehul ji," she whispered through trembling lips, her voice fragile as a whisper in the storm of his fury.
The candles flickered as though reacting to the tension between them, casting long, wavering shadows around the room that had once been meant to symbolize love. But now, it felt suffocating. She could hardly breathe.
He stepped closer, looming over her like a judge about to deliver a damning sentence. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he glared down at her with an intensity that made her feel as if the ground were opening up beneath her.
Without warning, his hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to her feet with brutal force. She stumbled, the bangles on her wrist clinking together as they shattered under the pressure of his grip.
"What makes you think you belong here, dressed as my bride?" Mehul ji snarled, his voice a venomous hiss. His words struck her like blows, each one more painful than the last. "Do you think I'd ever want to see you in this room, let alone as my wife?"Her heart clenched, but she forced herself to speak, her voice weak but filled with desperation. "Mehul ji, please... I am your wife now. Where else would I go? This is my room too. I belong here."
But he laughed—cold, bitter, and cruel. "You think you belong anywhere near me after what you've done? You're nothing but a liar, Eshana. A jealous, scheming liar."Eshana's knees buckled beneath her, her legs giving way as the weight of his accusations crushed her spirit. She loved Mehul ji, and she loved her sister Ritika with all her heart. How could he believe she had betrayed either of them? How could he not see the truth in her eyes, in her words?
