Chapter 1
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'Story name : Her Devil King'
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1. Wedding Night
A newlywed princess bride, Madhurima, sat on her bed, her palm tightly clenched. Her heavy red lehenga shimmered under the warm, golden light of the lanterns scattered across the chamber.
Madhurima's beauty is captivating. Her deep, black eyes are full of mystery, framed by long lashes that draw you in with every glance. Her lips, soft and rosy, naturally curve into a gentle smile that radiates warmth and kindness. Her cheeks are smooth and delicate, with a natural flush that enhances her youthful appearance.
Her skin glows with a healthy radiance, reflecting inner peace and vitality. Madhurima's long, black hair flows gracefully, glossy and full of life. It frames her face perfectly, adding elegance to her every move. Her presence is mesmerizing, leaving a lasting impression on all.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow onto the white marble floor. Yet, despite the beauty around her, Madhurima was far from happy. Anxiety gripped her heart. Over and over again, the voice of her newly wedded prince echoed in her mind:
"I swear... I will make your life hell, Madhurima!"
A heavy weight settled on her chest. But unconditionally, her bosoms were hurting , and her nipples were errect, yet she couldn't understand why. She didn't know that her cruel mother-in-law 'Amrita' had slipped something into her food.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Her head snapped up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Prince Viraath-soon to be the king of Mithilagarh. His face was filled with hate and anger, and his eyes burned with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"STRIP," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. His gaze pierced through her like a weapon, sharp and unforgiving.
Madhurima froze, her heart pounding. "W-What? A-Ar...!" she stammered, but she was cut off as he advanced toward her, grabbing a handful of her long black hair, pulling it tightly.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, "STRIP!!" he barked again, his anger palpable.
A sense of suffocation washed over her, and her breath became shallow. Before she could react, he jolted her off the bed. She staggered, her legs unsteady, as she stood before him, trembling.
Tears blurred her vision as she hesitated, but, with a sob, she began to strip her clothes.
"How can he say this? Wasn't it he who once offered me a marriage proposal, promising a future together? And now, how can he treat me with such coldness and disdain? My mind is a whirlwind of disbelief. The very man who spoke of love and commitment now stands as a stranger, indifferent to my feelings. My heart aches, and a wave of disgust fills me. How quickly the sweetness of his words has turned to bitterness, leaving me with nothing but the taste of betrayal and sorrow."
Slowly, her body became exposed, her breasts and womanhood laid bare under his hawkish gaze. He smirked, satisfied by her fear, delighted by her humiliation.
"Now, lay down on the floor and sleep!" he commanded.
"H-How can I... I-" she stuttered, her voice breaking with sobs.
"I SAID... SLEEP ON THE FLOOR!" he shouted again, his voice full of rage. She flinched, the force of his command hitting her like a blow.
Without hesitation, she collapsed onto the cold floor, naked and vulnerable, her body trembling under his piercing stare. She shut her eyes, humiliated and disgusted, wishing for it all to end.
But he did nothing more. Instead, he stretched out lazily on the silk sheets, his body sinking into the softness as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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'Publish'
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"Ooh! Finally, I uploaded my first chapter on Inkitt..."
Wait. Hold on. I forgot to introduce myself.
So, hey. I'm Siya. A newly wedded bride, sitting all alone in the middle of this huge, opulent bed, surrounded by silence.
The room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of the lights, making it look beautiful-almost magical-but also suffocating. The walls feel like they're closing in. My long black hair, tangled in a gazra, spills over my shoulders, but it's the heavy jewelry around my neck and wrists that feels like it's weighing me down. I love jewelry, really, but after hours of wearing these heavy pieces, it's like they're holding me captive.
Raghav Oberoi, my husband, is one of the top 10 billionaires in the country. I should feel lucky... and part of me does. But right now, all I can feel is this suffocating emptiness.
It's almost 1:30 AM, and he's still not home. I've been sitting here, waiting for hours, staring at the empty space around me. The silence in this room is louder than any conversation we've ever had. His absence fills the room more than his presence ever could.
Oh, my God... He's such a workaholic. How am I supposed to feel?
Helpless. Absolutely helpless. And so, so alone!
I let out a deep, shaky sigh, pushing myself off the bed. I walk slowly to the balcony, the cool night breeze hitting my face. It feels refreshing for a moment, but it doesn't chase away the feeling in my chest-the weight of being trapped, suffocated by a life I don't understand.
I grew up in an orphanage, never knowing the touch of a mother's hand or the warmth of a father's embrace. And now? Now, I'm married, In a mansion that feels more like a cage than a home. It's all so grand... but it's empty. The walls echo with loneliness.
I've reached a point where no more tears come. I've accepted my fate. I was born to live without love. And while that truth hurts, it's something I've learned to live with. I had one hope after marriage. Just one. But now... even that is slipping through my fingers, like sand.
Suddenly, a notification pops up on my tablet. The sound is sharp, pulling me back into reality. I glance down at it, irritation bubbling up, but a tiny spark of curiosity flickers.
"Status Update."
It's Jiya-my so-called best friend. The one who has no concept of time. Who posts a status at 1:40 AM?
I open it, and, of course, it's the same old thing. Romantic BTS songs.
BTS.
I roll my eyes, my lips curling into a half-smile of disbelief.
(Hi, ghost *playful greeting*)
Jiya: Oooh, my God!!
( What happened?)
Her reply is immediate, like she's been waiting for me to respond.
(Tomato, you didn't sleep yet?
*surprised and amused*)
Tomato! That's what she calls me. Because I'm not some skinny model who lives for the latest fashion trends. For her, it's all about looking a certain way, but to me, it feels like an impossible standard. One I can never meet. I can't stand it.
I type my reply, biting back the frustration in my words.
(No, actually, the real question is...
who posts romantic statuses at
1:40 AM? And for who?
Are you really still into
those girlish BTS songs?
*annoyed*)
I wait. A few seconds stretch into what feels like minutes before her reply pops up. It's quick, defensive, almost like she was expecting me to say something.
(Stop it, Tomato. Don't
underestimate the power of
my BTS boys defiant and proud)
I scoff, rolling my eyes. Whatever. bored and dismissive
(Well... why are you awake,
Tomato? I mean...* giggling slightly* )
(What I mean?) I asked..
(Lol, this is your wedding night...! *Hilarious laughing*!)
(So..what?)
(Tomato..your billionaire new
husband must have really fucked
you hard...didn't you feel extremely sleepy? *Snooze emoji*! )
(What the hell....?
Are you gone mad?
*Crazy emoji*!)
(Sorry sorry...sorry my Siya.. Tomato.. Hmm.. But you didn't answer my question? *Confused*! )
(No Jiya...nothing
happened.. he hasn't
come yet...)
(What!? *Shocked*!)
(Why?)
(He is busy with some
business work at his so-called
Oberoi Industry... but no problem,
Jiya... I know he'll come. )
(Thank God, Siya.. you just
terrified me.. *Shocked*)
(Hmm..so you tell me,
what were you doing
at that time? *confused* )
(Actually...vo...!! )
(Vo..what?)
(I was fingering myself
while watching my favorite
BTS Army videos.)
(What the hell!
Are you gone mad?
*Hilarious*)
(Haven't you seen your
skeleton body?)
(Oh, c'mon Siya... I am now
an adult, and I can do this.)
But-..... As I was about to reply....the door creaked, and a sound appeared... Meaning he had come!! Mr. RAGHAV OBEROI, THE CEO OF OBEROI INDUSTRY!
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