Like a beautiful rose sits between the thorns, Clover was sitting on her marital bed. It was the biggest and the softest bed she has ever seen, the mild decorations of red and white flowers was adding more to its beauty.

Her small eyes, with those light orbs carrying nervousness and wonder roamed around the room. It was a spacious and rich room. Like a room of a royal king. King, a word which she only read in stories.

Ignoring all the luxuries her innocent mind was begging her to play with those small petals of red rose which were sprawled on the bed, they are just so pretty.

In her past she was not allowed to wear a flower, neither in her hair nor in her wrist.

Clover has small dreams, most of which were achievable by anyone but for clover they were equal to reaching the top of Mount Everest.

One of her dreams was plucking a full bloom red rose and pin it to the small bun of her hair. She has long and thick brown hair, she could only wonder how pretty she will look with a rose in her hair.

But alas, some dreams are dreams they can not be your reality. Her past was so sad that she could not afford to buy a sweet red rose, she would not dare to pluck the flowers. If she does she ends up feeling guilty.

Clover thinks if she buys flowers from someone else she will feel less guilty. It was her own way of seeing things.

All of a sudden a hope arose in her heart. Now that she is married and has a husband, should she ask him to buy a red rose for her ?

By seeing everything around her one thing is definitely clear that her husband is rich..very very rich.

She should ask him for a red rose right ?

But she doesn't even know him !

But he is her husband now.

Yes, this is right but she did not even know his name. Wouldn't she sound greedy if she asks him for a red rose on their very first meeting ?

Clover bit her lip, she really wanted a full bloomed red  rose..she never got one and the way her eyes were roaming again and again to the rose pinned to her sister in law's hair was an obvious proof that she needs one rose, only one.

Her trail of thought was brutally broken by the loud sound of the door opening.

Clover  flinched. She hates loudness.

It's not a good sign.

You are going to break.

She gulped behind her long red veil, the jewellery which were making her more beautiful suddenly started itching her skin, her heena cladded hands were turning clammy, full of sweat.

Her husband, who is unknown to her was here, in the same room as her.

You are going to break.

Again that silly voice whispered but clover ignored it.

She was married, she has a husband who can love and protect her. She is not going to break.

She blinked as she heard his mighty footsteps,  coming close to her. His strong masculine scent was invading her senses making her feel dizzy, he was smelling good better than she was expecting.

Suddenly her heartbeat turned so fast that clover thought she was running in a race but she was here, in his bed waiting for him to come closer. The feelings flying in her heart were foreign she had never thought about any man like this before, so why was she having these feelings for him? Maybe because he was special.

This man, her husband, was special.

You are going to break.

Clover closed her eyes at those words at the same time her husband sat near her, making her aware of their proximity. She was trembling like a thin leaf in the waves of the tsunami as ever so slowly he lifted the red veil of her face.

“Angelic,” Izan whispered to himself, as soon as his dark eyes met her beautiful face.

It was the face which had bewitched him at the very first sight. She was a rarest beauty, with a child-like innocence in her eyes she conquered the heart of a devil without realizing it.

“My wife,” he said proudly, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

A wife! She was a wife!

How can she be so lucky to be someone's wife!

She has a husband, a family, and a home. When did the chapters of her life become so beautiful?

Thank you my god… Thank you so much. Whispering a small prayer in her heart she opened her eyes and her breath hitched seeing how handsome her husband was.

He was not looking like the devils she had met before. In contrast he was a prince, a most handsome prince.

However before she could catch his handsomeness for more than another second, her eyes again closed when he pressed his rough palm on the side of her face. The young bride was feeling so loved that his rough hand was feeling the smoothest on her skin.

Her lips quivered a little and a sob passed from between them. How can she be so lucky? Did her God finally hear all her prayers?

You are going to break.

His universe tilted watching the beauty in front of him, he can never forget the day he led his eyes on her for the first time. In her ripped dirty clothes she was looking like a lotus in the middle of the mud.

Caressing his fingers on her pink cheeks he swiped his thumb on the wetness of her soft lips, the animal sitting inside him was growling to be free and pounce on her. He didn't want to love her, he wanted to feed her.  Feed on her smooth skin, her soft lips, her perky ass and her cute, tiny cunt.

But for the sake of that brewing love in his heart Izan controlled himself and asked her lovingly,“Do you want to ask me anything clovy ?”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him in daze.

His voice calling her clovy was magical. Like a ray of warm sun after days of rain.

Without thinking twice she whispered the question that was in her mind,“Will you buy me a big red rose ?”

She asked such a simple question with so much innocence that Izan found it funny yet so cute.

His lips twitch from one side however he did not awarded her with that rare smile of his,“Alright. Anything else,” he asked with his voice thick with authority, it made clover wonder where that softness of his words went.

After thinking for a moment she nodded and asked,“What is your name.. Sir ?”

Izan smirked at her stupid question. She was more precious and innocent than he thought before. Her beauty comes second it was her innocence that is her precious asset he have to protect her sweet innocence in all cost.

“Such a pure innocence just like I love,” he whispered the words against her lips and without taming his lust more he captured her lips in a most ruthless kiss. Clover gasped not expecting a sudden kiss from him, that too such a harsh kiss.

He was not kissing her but was eating her lips like a monster. In a second the tears left her eyes how wrong she was. He is no special. He was an animal who was not leaving her even when she was hitting his chest to leave her.

The sobs of happiness turned full of pain, she was crying thrashing in his hold like a kid but he was not leaving her.

Izan was kissing her like a madman and why would he not. He was the very first man that has got a chance to devour this innocent beauty. She was so naive that he was sure no one before him has ever touched her. His once soft hold on her cheeks became so rough that even if his nails were not sharp it scratched her pink cheeks, oozing out blood from them.

Like a caveman he feasted on her lips not caring about the way she was begging him to leave her by hitting his chest.

He drank the nectar of her sweet lips until her lips turned not fully wet with her blood. With a long smooch he finally left her lips tasting her blood in his mouth.

Clover was looking nothing but pitiful with her once beautiful face covered with oozing blood from here and there

She was a fool to hope for a normal future.

Izan smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips,“That's how I love, clovy,” he said with a spurious smile dancing on his lips.

Clover just looked at him with her blurred vision, he had broken all her hopes tonight for once and all. This kiss was not of love, it was of lust, of madness. Clover knows the difference between love and madness very well.

“I know you have not done sex before my clovy after all you are such an innocent doll,” he smiled, slapping her cheek lightly like he was proud of her.

“I am proud of you baby. You have saved your virginity for me, your husband. Let me show you how sex makes you feel,” Izan smirked and without wasting a moment he again pressed his lips to her bloody ones.

Clover sat there like a statue and let him do whatever he desired. He was kissing her bloody lips without any shame or pity. One by one he opened her and his clothes leaving her naked in his embrace. Clover didn't notice a thing, she was not here, she was gone.

Every cell of her body went numb. Breaking the kiss Izan wrapped her soft hand on his cock and  made her jerk him. Like a dead body clover did it, moving her hand up and down along the length of his cock, she jerked him. Not once she looked down at his manhood, her eyes were set on the petal of red rose which was crushed below their weights and was now laying on the floor, dead.

“Yes baby just like that! Fuck your hand feels so good,” he grunted, throwing his head back in the immense pleasure.

Clover jerked him until he did not spurted his thick cum right on her thighs.

“Fuck!! you seem like a professional, clovy,” his loud laugh thundered in the room, he was laughing like a madman. It would have scared anyone else but not clover, she was used to it.

Sealing his lips once more to hers he lined himself between her legs. Izan was so blind in lust that he was not seeing that his wife had become nothing but a dead body, neither she was crying nor she was blinking.

She was staring at whatever, not trying to search for any hope of light. She was pretty accustomed to darkness now the light scares her.

The gold jewelry bound to her neck was looking like a suicidal robe, the glass bangles of her hands were nothing but handcuffs cuffing her from an old dark world to the new one.

Izan raised her legs to his shoulder, lining his cock between her in a better position. She didn't raise a voice, not a finger, not a drop of tear. She knew he was a monster and the monster never shows pity.

Clover was completely dry from below, there was no excitement, no love, no passion in any part of her being then how would she turn wet then ?

If Izan was a good husband he would have not ignored her silence, her dead eyes, her dryness but  he ignored everything.

He never cared a bit and thrusted inside her so roughly as if she was not a alive human being but a dead body.

Indeed she was a dead body that was the reason that she didn't scream, didn't cry, didn't hissed when he hammered inside her.

Izan who was lost in complete ecstasy had his vision cleared of all his lust. Instead of passion, anger ran through his veins making his eyes pop out and nose flare like a devil of hell.

“Why the fuck you aren't bleeding!!” he roared finding not a drop of blood, not the barrier, not even a slight hindrance in her vagina.

She was fucking loose !!

Her pussy was accepting his thick cock as if it had already accepted ten cocks before his.

Grabbing her cheeks he made her look at him,"Are you a virgin!” he roared with his eyes dead red.

Clover didn't utter a word. She was gone.

Izan gritted his teeth at her silence and gave a loud smack right on her face. Her nose started bleeding with such a loud smack,“I am asking you something you whore. Are you a virgin!!”

Clover came out from wherever she went by the stinging pain on her left ear, it was numb for a long minute. Clover was afraid that her eardrum had busted, “I am asking you something!” Izan growled, choking her throat harshly, making the gold jewelry scratch on her skin like spikes.

“Yes I am a virgin,” Clover answered, blankly. Neither his dark eyes scared her not his choking hold.

Izan smacked her right on her face once again as soon as she whispered those words.

Lie! What a fucking lie..she was loose like a whore. She can't be a virgin, that means she can't be a innocent that he was thinking she was.

She lied. She lied to him and pretended to be a good, innocent girl.

He clutched her long hair from both the sides and pulled it enough to tear it apart from her scalp. He wanted to see her cry in pain but she was quiet, completely blank.

“You bloody whore you cheated me!! Your father said you are a virgin but look at you so fucking filthy,” he screamed, close to her face.

His fury rose to another level when she did not even blinked at his outburst, he pulled her hair more harshly making a chunk of her hair break and gathered in his fist,“Answer me clover. Answer me !! Why are you lying to me! You aren't a fucking virgin you and your father tricked me to believe so !!”

The animal in him took his full control, the dakrness and the urge to kill someone surfacing in his eyes.

“I am a virgin,” Clover was adamant.. without a hint of pain and sadness she only whispered those four words.

I am a virgin. I am a virgin. I am a virgin.

Her four words raised temper to the highest, breaking all his boundaries he turned into a complete animal who was famous for biting and eating his prey raw.

His wife was a lier, a whore to be exact!

A most malicious smile came on Izan lips that could scare an undefeated soldier,“Oh really you are a virgin my dear clovy so let's see how nice of a virgin you are,” snarling the words he flipped her on her stomach and without thinking twice plunged his cock in  her butt hole.

“Aaaaaaaa”

Clover who was silent till now screamed.

She cried like never before. Her eyes bulged out of her socket, her mouth hung ajar. Every cell of her body felt that pain, her heart did too.

He made the dead alive by giving her a new pain.

She burned, others get dry when they burn she turned wet.

Full of blood.

She bathed his dark cock with her blood.

She bathed his ego with her blood.

She bathed his anger with her blood.

She bathed her sorrow with her blood.

The white bedsheet with petals of broken flowers…she bathed it too, with her blood.

Her ashen skin turned red as the gush of fresh, warm blood travelled down her thighs.

The colorless drops of tears traveled down her cheeks… hiding her face in the pillow she wiped them. She can't cry.

She moved with him with his thrusts, his large hands wrapped around her body like a serpent leaving poison on her skin.

She bleeded but didn't cry.

She was wrapped in his arms and her blood but didn't cried.

“You are right. You are a virgin, such a pretty virgin,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe he was mocking her with a loving smile.

While the voice within her whispered again.

“Told yaa, you are going to break.”

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