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Chapter 18🌶

Abhay's POV

I watched her—my wife—as she walked into the kitchen to make dinner. Sitting alone in the room, my thoughts drifted to the life I’d lived so far. My childhood had been filled with the sound of my mother crying, the bruises on her skin, and the cruelty of my father. I grew up believing that someone like me—damaged, dark—could never be truly loved.

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