Chapter: Chapter 63That evening, she tried to push her fears aside. It was 8 p.m., and the town was alive with celebrations. The temple courtyard was filled with people, eager to witness the classical dance performances. She sat in front of the mirror backstage, preparing herself. Her slender fingers carefully rubbed kajal around her big, expressive eyes, creating a striking wing that accentuated their beauty. She repeated the process for her other eye, ensuring symmetry, then placed a small red tilak between her eyebrows. With her makeup complete, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back, confident yet burdened. She forced a smile, trying to suppress the storm within her, and took a deep breath. When her name was called, she rose gracefully and stepped onto the stage. The sound of the song filled the air, and her feet instinctively followed the rhythm. Every beat was matched with a precise tap of her heels. Her hands moved fluidly, weaving a story in tandem with the lyrics.
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Chapter: Chapter 62Life had taken a peaceful turn for her, especially after she freed herself from the clutches that once held her down. She was finally enjoying her life with her hard-earned money, choosing not to save it for now so she could embrace the feeling of living without any restrictions. First time in a long while, she allowed herself to revel in the freedom of living without restrictions. However, the money she had taken from the mansion was carefully set aside, serving as a quiet assurance of security for the future. She had chosen to take a significant amount of cash without hesitation, prioritizing her survival over rigid morality. She didn’t concern herself with the possibility of being labeled a thief—after all, one couldn’t afford to cling to high morals during moments of desperation and survival. Her days began early, filled with a serene rhythm that brought her unexpected joy. Each morning, she rose at dawn to assist the elderly woman who had become both a mentor and a friend, helpi
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Chapter: Chapter 61Lifting the bottle, Raghav tilted it back, the bitter burn of wine sliding down his throat, doing little to numb the storm raging within him. He set it down heavily on the table, his trembling fingers returning to the laptop in front of him. The screen flickered as he sifted through empty folders, hoping against hope that something—anything—remained. But it was all gone. Every file. Every image. Every trace. Asha had done it. She had deleted everything before she ran. His jaw clenched at the memory of her defiance, her determination to break free. He had promised her she would be free after two weeks. He had told her he would let her go, but deep down, he knew he had never intended to. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he had broken that promise. She couldn’t live with him, though. He had seen it in her eyes every day—the silent resentment, the way she shrank from his touch, the way her spirit dimmed under his control. And so, she had waited for her moment. The bla
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Chapter: Chapter 60Later, the dim light of the bathroom door crept into the room. She emerged, clothed, her hair damp and framing her face. Her steps were deliberate, yet her expression was icy and unreadable. She avoided looking at him for too long, her gaze cold and detached. The faint rustle of her movement woke him slightly, but he only stirred, his arm falling lazily over the side of the bed. She paused for a moment, her heart hammering, before slipping out of the room. *****In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, the cool air brushing against her face as she retrieved the juice. Pouring herself a glass, her hands trembled slightly. From her pocket, she retrieved a small packet of powdered sleeping tablets, her eyes darting toward the doorway to ensure she was alone. She emptied the packet into the glass and stirred quickly. The sound of footsteps behind her made her freeze. She turned sharply to see him standing shirtless in the doorway. His disheveled hair and the soft expression
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Chapter: Chapter 59He didn’t relax. His body remained tense, his eyes sharp and searching. “Fighting what?” he pressed, unwilling to let the matter drop. “Fighting all this,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Her gaze lifted to meet his, her sharp eyes piercing his. For a moment, she gathered her courage, the weight of the truth heavy in her chest. “In these days, I’ve realized that my fighting doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice carrying a bitter edge. “Does it?” He didn’t respond, his silence a confirmation of the unspoken reality between them. Her next words came more forcefully, her resolve strengthening despite the tremor in her voice. “If I say I don’t want to marry you and want to leave, would you let me go?” She already knew the answer. It was etched into his every action, every word he had spoken. The announcement of his proposal was proof enough—he wasn’t planning to let her go. But still, she asked, the question hanging heavily in the air. “Tell me. Would you?” Fo
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Chapter: Chapter 58He sighed softly and extended his arm to her, an unspoken gesture of comfort and reassurance. "Come," he said, his tone gentle but firm, as if nothing unusual had just transpired. She hesitated for a fleeting second before slipping her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to guide her back to the event hall. The rest of the evening passed in a haze. Applause, congratulations, and polite exchanges surrounded them, but she barely registered any of it. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying his confession on the stage and the storm of emotions it had unleashed within her. Finally, the event came to a close, and they made their way to the car. The silence between them was heavy, yet he seemed unbothered by it, his demeanor calm and peaceful as he navigated the dimly lit streets. As they drove, he reached over and took her hand in his, his grip firm yet warm. She looked at him, startled, but his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. "I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a w
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Chapter: Chapter 34As I stepped into the garden, the warmth of the sunlight fell upon my face, a sharp contrast to the icy grip of my captivity. My heart, however, refused to thaw, clenched tight with anger and disbelief. "I thought kidnapped victims didn’t get to see sunlight or roam freely".I heard his low chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and turned to look at him. He stood a few feet away, his sharp jawline accentuated by the golden rays of the sun. Somehow, the sunlight here seemed different, as if Russia itself had conspired to make him glow under its embrace. His piercing gaze met mine, and his lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile—a dangerous, calculated gesture that only deepened my frustration. "You’re not a prisoner here," he said, his voice calm yet firm, carrying the weight of his power. "And you’re not free either. You’re with me." The statement lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. My mind raced, grappling with the contradictions. Should I marvel at his
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Chapter: Chapter 33I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, the terror coursing through me making it impossible to think clearly. There was no way out of this. I had to do what he said, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I wanted to throw it all back up.With shaking hands, I picked up the spoon again and forced another bite into my mouth, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Each chew felt like a battle, and every time I swallowed, it felt like I was choking on glass. But I kept going, bite after agonizing bite, because there was no other option. Not while he stood there, gun in hand, watching my every move.After what felt like hours, I finally scraped the last bit of food off the plate and shoved it into my mouth. I could barely taste it anymore; everything felt numb. I set the spoon down shakily, my body trembling from the strain, and dared a glance up at him."It’s done."I muttered, my voice weak and broken. He didn’t respond right away, just stared at the empty plate for a long moment, as if d
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Chapter: Chapter 32My hands trembled as I clamped them tightly over my ears, but it did little to muffle the sharp, deafening sound that seemed to echo in my head. The relentless gunfire rang in my ears, making my heart pound against my ribcage. I thought the nightmare was over, but the momentary silence broke when I saw him reload his rifle, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring its prey. Panic surged through me again as I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed in helpless terror, my hands pressing harder against my ears. I didn’t know what else to do—there was no escape.After what felt like an eternity, the gunshots stopped, leaving my ears buzzing, a strange numbness spreading through my body. I couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the sound of my own breathing. It was as if I were floating, detached from reality. I wanted to lower my hands, to free my ears from the suffocating silence, but the fear of hearing that awful sound again kept them clamped in place.Slowly, I squinte
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Chapter: Chapter 31Her vision cleared as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, blurring the bold letters that confirmed her worst fear—she was married to him. The date on the paper was unmistakable. It was the same day as their wedding, the day she thought had been filled with genuine love. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. He had made her sign these papers along with their marriage documents. He had deceived her again. Her shock quickly morphed into anger as she tore the papers in her hand, her eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hurt as she looked at him. "How much have you lied to me? How much have you truly deceived me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. He responded with a nonchalant shrug, his voice devoid of any remorse. "So much... to the extent that the papers you just tore aren't even the originals. They're just xerox copies." His words were like salt on an open wound. In a blind fury, she
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Chapter: Chapter 30The room was dark with a dim light enough visible to figure out silhouettes but not see the objects. She was tucked under the fluffy cotton-like blanket giving her warmth from the AC. In the dark room, lazy footsteps echoed as he walked to the tufted chair and sat down staring at her while swirling the glass of wine. Sipping the drink he rested his hands on the armchair as he leaned back crossing his leg on the other. His eyes took in her soft hair and made a curled art on the white duet while her tired face gave out the tiredness. A tinge of guilt hit him thinking she didn't eat anything for pretty good hours. But that is not the only thing he has on his plate. There is this larger thing to deal with. She was scared of him. She is scared like hell. And he guessed his behavior didn't help her. Maybe he should go easy on her and be submissive to her. After all, the mistake is his. But just by the thought, the submissive felt gross. He cannot be submissive. That isn't in his blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 29In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
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