(He broke my body. He crushed my soul. Now, he wants my final breath.) ​3 Years. 1,095 Days. Countless Broken Bones & A Shattered Soul. Abhimaan leaned down, his fingers tightening painfully into her hair as he forced her tear-stained face up to meet his icy gaze. ​Anshi's voice trembled, raw with helpless terror. "A-Abhimaan... main apki behan hoon... hum ek ghar mein bade hue hain... please mujhe chhod do..." ​Abhimaan let out a low, dark laugh that chilled the marrow of her bones. He ran his thumb roughly over her swollen lower lip, wiping away a smear of blood. ​"Behan?" he whispered against her skin, his breath hot and toxic. "Yeh jhooth duniya ke liye tha, Anshi. Tum iss ghar mein koi behan ban kar nahi aayi thi... tum shuru se sirf MERI haevaniyat ka shikaar banne ke liye aayi thi." ​He grabbed the fistful of dark red sindoor and dragged it violently across her forehead, marking her forever. ​"Now... call me your husband." ​⚠️ WARNING & DISCLAIMER ⚠️ ​[ TRIGGER WARNING ] ​Content Advisory: Extreme physical violence, visceral emotional torture, raw abuse, severe dark trauma, non-consensual marital rape, and heavy domestic dark themes. ​Strictly 18+ Mature Readers. Aap sirf age se nahi, dimaag se bhi 18+ ho tabhi padhein. Read only if you can handle extreme angst and raw heartbreak.)