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Chapter 12: Behind Her Back
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2021-09-23 16:45:04Bhoomika felt terrible. It was a common emotion post their never-so-pleasant sessions in bed. For one, no matter how hard she tried, she could never respond in the way he wanted.
Anand was always rough. And he expected her to be as wild. Being sore and hurt in places after an episode of ‘making love’ wasn’t something that was new to her. At times, she felt that he wanted to prove something. She just couldn’t figure out what.
As of today, Anand was being a sourpuss like always. Their session didn’t last long. He did what he wanted and slipped out of bed without a word. Wearing the worst scowl humanly possible, he cleaned himself up, put on a shirt and stormed out of the house without a spot of breakfast. He didn’t really like her food anyway.
It stung her every single time. Did I do something wrong, she always wondered? Yes, she concluded. They’ve been together for seven long years, and it’s entire
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