Note-this story may contain some violence...so if u are comfortable
...den only u read...but I assure u thre wont be much...
prologue
'plzz sahir...mat maaro mujhe...meri koi galti nhi hai...maine kuch galat nhi liya...aaahhh...plzzz...no no...I beg u...plz...' Shilpa begged her husband while crying bitterly...who was showing no mercy on her...and dragging her harshly by stairs while pulling her hairs in a tight grip...
'tujhe chor doon main...kyu...taaki tu firse us aadmi ke saath...chi...kausi aurat hai tu...apne pati ke hote hue...kisi aur mard ke saath nazaayaz rishta banate hue tujhe sharam nhi ati hai...ghin ati hai mujhe tujhse...'Sahir Shilpa's husband spitted venomously...
'nhi sahir tum galat samajh rahe ho...mera yakeen karo...wo mera colleague h...' before she could complete her sentence...Sahir slapped her with such a force she fall off the stairs...
Shilpa's got many scratches on her body and her forehead was continously bleeding...but does someone care...no...there was absolutely no one for her...or who can stand for...
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this story is pov of a women who fights against all odds of the society shading her inhabitation..
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tadaaa
here I finish my prologue...this story may contain some parts which are not suitable for under 18...so kids stay away...and Armaan pov will also will be shown but slowly in theupcoming parts...characters sketch will be given if u guys want...do mentionim ur cmnts...
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