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When Life Is Darker Than Black

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Author of " My Possessive Lover ❤️" *** Your Comments Are appreciated **** everything in her life was best... she had her family, friends and even now had a good and caring partner whom she was soon going to marry. she loved him as much as he loved her. but at the day of their marriage he appeared and destroyed everything she had, he killed everyone who came in his way. he just wanted her.. she was his and he can't let her escape from him. NEVER!! ****"****"" this story can include mature content.

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" hey, how are you feeling? " a random message appeared on her chatbox when notification sound attracted her.

"Oho, it seems our dear jiju can't wait to meet you!!" one of her friend seating next to her peeking at message in her phone and said with teasing smile.

Prachi blushed as her cheeks turned in deep shade of red, only she knew how embarrassed she felt of all this teasing.

in her mind she cursed Ronit for messaging her this late, it was already 12 am and he was still awake.

"shut up Rubi! don't you see our jiju is worried about Prachi. wether she is happy or not! had ate or not! or maybe she...ouch..!!!"

Prachi lightly pinched her friend Arpita who was even one level ahead of Rubi .

"stop teasing me guys! and now all of you shoo~~ I will chat with my soon to be husband" Prachi said as there was proud in her eyes.

"the heck Prachi, don't be too shameless about this! it's not good for bride to act shameless at the time of her wedding."

"oh, shrishti please don't be such ridiculous. you don't destroy our little princess' mood okay? come let's go!" Rubi interrupted shrishti as she grabbed her arms.

shrishti was more into religion and believed in ancient values, when she was dragged by Rubi shrishti last time looked at Prachi in worry.

when everyone left, she smiled and opened his chat with finger lock. her face was shining brightly and she was smiling.

" I am great what about you? why are you awake this late?"

sending smirking emoji next she blushed when she read her reply again. never in her life Prachi thought that one day she would fall in love and more of someone will accept her as partner being herself as lazy as hell.

"bachelor's party!

my friend wanted to let me enjoy last day of my pretty life.. hahaha"

looking at his reply she sent him sad emoji. he smiled and sent her kiss emoji.

" hey man still chatting with Bhabhi? it seems you are truly love struck fool for her!" his best friend nil said.

"shut up bro! don't interrupt us!"

"okay okay"

when nil left he again looked at her chat box and typed, " I am very happy and excited for tomorrow. I can't wait to marry you"

she blushed but reply "what will you do when we will be married then?"

"love you, take care of you, protect you"

"❤️"

"I love you Prachi"

"love you too"

.......

crash sound was heard when glass shattered at corner of his room. there was heavy breathing in air, one man had blood in his hands and dead yet angry eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU MARRY SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME PRACHI"

.....

jiju : term used for your friend's or sister's husband.

Bhabhi : term used for your brother's or friend's wife.

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