
My Cold Husband Part 2
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My Cold Husband Part 2
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Her life was neither a bed of flowers and thorns. It’s simple with supportive parents and a loving family, encouraging her to chase her dreams until a Girik named Storm destroyed every already set plan, she had thought will go smoothly if she’ll work hard on it to make them true. It started with nothing before obsession found its way in to make things messier that was already unbearably frustrating for her. It was supposed to be simple with her dying as he planned for her, but she rose against him, questioning his authority. She stood with straight spine, head high in the judgment hall, full of men, with her unshakeable aura, making him amazed with her courage. “How can you punish me to save same dignity for which you all killing and dying” her voice was sharp and, in her eyes, there was blaze instead of fear or submission which he was habitual of seeing in girls’ eyes that tempted him. “Girls shouldn’t be loud and defiant, they……” she cut the cooment off harshly “And they should wait for someone to help them to save them, like a perfect girl according to you.” “Sorry to your sick fantasy, my father raised me strong enough to break the bones of anyone who dares to think of owning me without my consent” Her words ignited a strong urge to bring her to his feet. He fucking closed every way for her, pressuring her into submission but she didn’t surrender, she fought fearlessly, making it more sinister as vicious fantasy was growing in his wicked head. He wanted to tame her first but things shifted uglier when this unknowingly turned into obsession of owning her. Now he didn’t just want her submission but he wanted her, for which he could go to any extant. He didn’t use sweet words or proposal; he just claimed her despite how furiously she opposed but he’s not a man to be dismissed when with just a flick of his finger he could burn her world into ashes. “I didn’t give a fuck about you” a psychotic glint flickered in his eyes as he declared “You are mine to own, My Blaze, no one can change this, not even you, and whoever comes between us only death can do mercy to them.” It’s a deadly obsession making her life into hell but she chose to fight, starting a dangerous game. This was the story of Vamika and Girik, full of obsession and fire.



First book of second generation of Mistress "Revenge will leave behind only regrets which will haunt you every moment ruining your sanity if you ever involve any innocent soul in your shitty game" his voice echoed in his mind to warn him not to follow his footsteps but he was so adamant to inflict on her the pain he had gone through when she had no clue as to what was the reason behind his thirst for revenge. "I will never submit to you, do whatever you want to make me bend when you can't do anything except forcing me physically" she resisted his every abuse and torture until he pushed her into the depths of darkness where her soul crumbled losing every hope to live but still it was not enough for him, he wanted to break her beyond the repair which he did perfectly. "Who are you??" he asked peering at her who was sitting between his spread legs with her head bowed like the obedient slut he had made her with his inhuman torture. "I am your slave, master" her voice was blank with no tinge of emotion. "Good girl" he patted her head like a dog with a wicked smirk. ***** A tale of regert

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