"Did I tell you that writing with three pens at a time isn't valid"?Her head shot up with dread afraid that it is ain't valid. She wrote those many papers all night and her hand has that numb pain in her veins. It would go in vain if he would say that.His eyes lit up as he read that dreadfulness on her face. Looking back at the book turning over pages he repeated." Did I"?She gently and cluelessly shook her head and he nodded." Hmm. We'll then. Since I didn't say it is valid then".The rock from her heart has been lifted as she took a breath of relief until he spoke again." But again you didn't complete the book"." I--I. Please give me some more time I'll finish it"." How long "?" Few more hours "." How many few hours ".Her mouth was open and closed as she looked down unsure to name the number of hours as she herself has no idea about how many hours would she take to complete the book."Let it be". He dropped the book down gaining her eye's attention to him as at the same t
She was bedding her bed when suddenly she heard her door opening and clicking immediately in a second hand her startled. She turned around in fear and her eyes widened looking at the intruder as fear gripped her heart.She was sure he went to the office but... she isn't sure if they will be watched.”Maa. W-why are you here. If he knows--h-he will-punish".Yamini hastily pulled the bolt securing the door and walked to her in quick steps."You think he will not punish us. Look at this".She talked in a hushed tone and turned back taking off the veil from her head and exposing her back to the Aasha. Looking at her back Aasha gasped with a hand on her mouth as her wide eyes stared at her back.There are whip marks on her back."H-he did this to you all"?She asked in disbelief when Yamini put her veil back and turned to her daughter-in-law and nodded yes."Yes. He did this to us. Just because we ate food which wasn't allowed to us".Her eyes beaded with tears as she grasped the informati
" What are you looking at. Take that oil and massage my back. I won't repeat myself. Do it"." N-no"." What "? His warning gazed through the question." N-no. I-I will call Ridhima sir"." Shut up and just do what I say. I didn't ask her. I asked you"." I don't want to"." It doesn't matter. Will you massage or should I massage you "." P-please ".He looked up at her and stood up and his hand was directed towards her clothing as he tried to unpin the saree when she clutched his hand backing away. She looked at him with dread as she stuttered." K-kya.. kya kar rahein aap"?(W-what... What are you doing sir)." As I said if you won't massage me I'll massage you".Saying that he tried to unpin her saree further when she tried to escape from his grasp while her hands clutched his hand to stop him from unpinning it."No no no. No. I will - I will do as you said".His hands stilled as he let go of her and sat back. Having no choice she reluctantly bought oil from the table and sat on th
"Fucking behave"."Remove your hand please".Her voice came low and persuading." Get along with it. And smile"!!He commanded her and she refused to do so and tried to take off his hand when he dug his fingers into her flesh causing her to wince in pain."I said smile and let go of your hand or I will claim your lips right here in front of everyone".She gasped as she left his hand and looked away. She felt him inching close to her ear as he growled."Fucking smile".She forced a smile on her face and that's when he backed away with a...smile? His grasp loosened on her waist as he looked forward and saw a woman eyeing them from their kitty girls group already. Cursing himself internally thinking if she has seen the indifference between them he smiled at her and proceeded to walk near her along with her.She was a big shot and he had to meet her. In fact, everyone here is a big shot. If meeting the known big shots is to be kept aside he came here intending to get introduced to the new
A sudden rage took over him as he turned to her and gripped her neck in his hand. Her hands immediately clutched his hands as the grip was tight. Gripping her neck he pulled her and pinned her to the front of the car pressing her neck more into the car and cutting her car supply. Her hands fought to get off his hold gasping for air as she was barely able to breathe. She continually tapped his hand begging him to take off his hand. To make it more problematic his face hovered over hers and he was so close that it became difficult to breathe. "L-leave me". She managed to whisper but he ignored her plea as he stared angrily into her now begging teary eyes. "How fucking dare you slap me huh? How fucking dare you"?He growled menacingly causing her to close her eyes in fear as a small whimper left from her mouth. Suddenly he pulled her up with force and gripped her left hand and bought it between them particularly in front of his face to see the hand that dared to slap him. "This was
"P-please sir. P-please, believe me, sir. H-he assaulted me. H-he raped me----He looked away, closing his eyes trying to remove the images away from his vision. A sheer level of anger surged as he looked at her and suddenly he pushed her body into the water tub. She fell into the water and her whole dress was drenched, becoming transparent and sticky to her body. As if it wasn't enough with the help of his hand he shoved her face into the water. She struggled in his hold trying to push away his hand as her legs kept kicking in the water. She tried to shake her head to get rid of his hand but he didn't remove it at all. After a few seconds, he took off his hand and pulled her up in a sitting position as she gasped for air as if her life was dependent on it though it is. Just when she caught her breath she was again pushed into the water and this time for a longer seconds and was again pulled out. After doing it three more times she broke into hysterical sobs as her hands clutched to
He stared at her for the longest time before his eyes fell on her hand that was attached to the drip. His hand caressed the back of her hand without touching it and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Her hands are warm as well. Let alone be the hands but her whole vibes are warm and calm. She is so innocent and simple, elegant and graceful. Her every movement and her every action looks graceful. Maybe because of the fact that she has been a dancer for most of her life. Today in the office he wasn't able to concentrate on his work so he asked for her background check though he already checked them when she was marrying his stepbrother. There he again went through her life events and found out that she was a dancer for almost half of her life. She started dancing when she was pretty young and then got to know about her nothing-for-good father. Her father was always drunk and suddenly his mind started to run in another direction. Her father could be useful to him. He immediately dialed a ca
10 days passed and she was in turmoil. What should she do? Betray him? Or run away? Both looked selfish. Betraying him would be a stand against her morals. Betraying isn't just her cup of tea. And today's mistake reflects tomorrow in the worst way. Why think about the future? Just think about him at the present. He will not leave her after knowing this. He already had given her enough examples. And she can't believe she is still thinking to betray him. If he knows, the consequences would be gruesome. Already, every day she is on edge afraid that he will know someday that she met with her in-laws. One drag of her name from him and she is on her tiptoes. If not betraying then what? Running away? If she chooses to run away one day let's think if she really ran away and that is a benefit for her knowing that her dignity is not at all safe here. In these 10 days, she had been extra careful of him. Every minute felt ticking tension for her. Then what about her in-laws? How can she l
Only five days left, and somehow, time feels like it’s moving slower than ever. He's becoming stranger, in ways that I can’t quite wrap my mind around. He’s acting soft, almost gentle with me—and the fact that I find this behavior weird says a lot about the impression he’s left on me. I didn’t expect any softness from him, not after everything he’s done, everything he’s shown me about who he really is. Maybe things started shifting that day. Maybe he’s finally noticed how much his cruelty has affected me. Perhaps he’s softened because he saw the trauma he inflicted, or maybe he’s realized that I was never at fault to begin with—that it’s all a product of his own misguided assumptions, his projections. But this sudden change, this unexpected softness, feels almost as troubling as his previous coldness. Still, I can’t ignore that every benefit seems to come with a hidden cost. He may be gentler, yes, but now he’s becoming uncomfortably persistent, trying to engage me in conversatio
He stared at her, suspicion and surprise etched across his face. “What do you mean you didn’t receive it? I sent it directly to you.”She shrugged, a weary look crossing her face. “Maybe it never made it to me. Maybe the girl you gave it to tore it up. I don’t know. But I never saw it.”He looked away, processing her words, his face betraying a rare vulnerability, as if he were realizing what might have been. A faint trace of regret crossed his features, as though he’d lost a chance he’d never get back.“Then tell me,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. He looked back at her, his eyes almost pleading. “If the letter had reached you—would you have said yes? Would you have married me?”She exhaled sharply, a scornful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She ignored his question, refusing to indulge him. But he pressed on, a spark of desperation in his tone.“Don’t ignore me. Tell me, once and for all. If you’d known, would you have agreed? Would you have been willing to marry
Asha's mind strained, searching for fragments of a memory she could barely grasp. Had she really done what he claimed? She couldn't remember. She didn’t have memory loss, not exactly, but even now, a faint hunch nagged at her, suggesting there might be some truth to his words. Yet, no concrete recollections surfaced. Too much had happened in her life, too many chaotic events layered one upon the other. How could she remember such details, especially from those tumultuous years when everything was random, haphazard, and she was only a child? “That’s ridiculous!” she exclaimed, a bitter edge creeping into her tone. “You held a grudge over something a little girl might’ve done?” He leaned back, his expression calm as he rested a hand on his knee. His gaze settled on her, cool and detached. “I never held a grudge against you, Asha,” he replied, voice steady, almost dismissive. “Don’t go assuming things.” “Then why did you do all this to me?” she shot back, her voice tight with anger.
After the nurse treated her minor injuries he was all set to carry her to the car in his arms as she again started struggling not come with him which led him to forcefully carry her to the car. He partially understands why she is showing resistance today. He shouldn't have stab him infront of her. He guesses that might traumatized her. He settled her in the room, guiding her gently onto the bed, but she quickly scurried away, retreating to the washroom and locking the door behind her. He watched her from a distance, his expression neutral, almost as if he had expected this."I don’t want you near me. Please... leave me alone... for a while," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. She knew that by asking him to leave, she was giving him another opportunity to impose himself on her. But she tried to make herself clear, hoping he wouldn’t interpret her request as an act of rebellion. It was more than that. She was traumatized, panicked, and needed s
"Drop whatever you have in your hand and raise your hands up."The thug’s voice was cold, steady, with the knife pressed threateningly against her neck. Asha stood frozen, her wide, tear-filled eyes fixated on Raghav. Fear shimmered in her gaze, the glistening tears catching the dim light, but the terror radiating from her was far more intense than the tears could convey. Raghav stood just a few steps away, his body taut with tension. Inside, his blood boiled as his gaze locked onto the knife, anger burning through him like wildfire. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and his hands fisted at his sides, but he knew he had to stay calm. For her. "Leave her," Raghav growled, his voice low but filled with barely contained rage.The thug smirked, tightening his grip on Asha. His eyes glinted with malice as he twisted the knife ever so slightly, causing Asha to flinch."Give me the keys," the thug hissed, his tone mocking. "And you'll get your wife."Wife?The situation was perilous, a
His lips collided fiercely with hers, driven by an intense urgency as their bodies rocked together in a feverish rhythm. Her legs were hooked securely around his arms, giving her no escape from his relentless passion. The sound of their lips parting with a soft smooch echoed in the still night air, and without hesitation, he lowered his head to find her neck, sucking on the tender skin at her sweet spot.Small, involuntary moans escaped her lips, and she found herself embarrassed deeply, especially in such an exposed setting. They were in a camper van, tucked away on a deserted hillside, the shed doors left open to the night air. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide herself, trying desperately to muffle her sounds as they continued to echo in the empty space around them.Still deeply connected with her, he shifted his position with fluid ease, making her straddle him. Even with their clothes partially on, the friction between them sent jolts of pleasure throug
The crumpled sheets lay loosely over their entwined bodies, a delicate cover that barely concealed the warmth they shared. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo above her head, wild and unruly, as he traced a gentle finger along the smooth curve of her nape, savoring the softness beneath his touch. The early morning light filtered softly through the undrawn curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. He had deliberately left the curtains open, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of her sleep.She slept delicately, with an air of exhaustion that told the story of the night before. Her hands were pressed beneath the pillow, her breathing slow and rhythmic, a picture of serene vulnerability. He found himself mesmerized by the way she looked in her sleep—so peaceful, so unaware of the emotions she stirred within him. His fingers moved through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip through his hands as he brushed them away from her face.Propped up on his elbow, he supported
A flush sounded as she exited the washroom, making her way to the wash basin. Turning on the tap, she let the cold water run through her hands, washing them thoroughly. After turning off the tap, she reached for a tissue when she heard the creak of the door opening. "Excuse me." A male voice startled her, and she swiftly turned around, astonished to hear a man’s voice in the ladies' washroom. He stood in the doorway, wearing sunglasses, and seemed momentarily stunned by her presence. There was a brief silence until she broke it. "Yeah?" Her voice snapped him out of his daze. "This is the gents' washroom," he said, still looking at her, unblinking behind his shades. Unaware of his intense gaze, she replied casually yet politely. "Umm, you might be mistaken. This is the ladies' room. The gents' might be on the other side." There was something almost enchanting about the way she spoke, her voice carrying a calm assurance that caught him off guard. For a moment, he questioned his
"Get ready," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You’re coming to the office with me."Her heart raced, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. She knew she had little choice but to comply. With a sigh of defeat, she realized her hopes of a quiet morning had been dashed."Can I not come—""Didn’t I make myself clear? What’s there to question?"His voice was stern, leaving no room for negotiation."Go. Change into a dress. I’ll be waiting."The tension in the air was palpable. She hesitated for a moment, caught between frustration and resignation. His unwavering command left her with no room to argue. Slowly, she turned away from the door, her shoulders slumping in silent defeat. The weight of his expectations pressed heavily upon her as she trudged towards her room to change, her thoughts a jumble of frustration and acceptance. The morning she had hoped for had vanished, replaced by the inevitable reality of his demands.Raghav's pov...She finally gave up, no lon