Her innocent eyes begged him as she tried to twist her hand in his hold but he didn't allow her as he caught her in a quite right grip. "Sir... Please"?She begged as her tears drizzled down while her other hand was working on hers. Her gripped hand turned white as he caught her too tight. "Chup chap chal mera saath". (Shut your mouth and come with me). He warned in a low voice as she shook her head and tugged her hand hard. "Nahi". She denied it by shaking her head. (No). "Fucking come out". He growled loudly as she flinched. She shook her head again. Having enough he jerked her body into him and the person who sat beside her immediately got up in reflex because of the sudden pull from him. Pulling her to him he lifted her up in his arms and began to take her out. She started screaming for help. Few people tried to stop him but Arnav's men took care of them.She screamed for help and began to trash her legs in the air and hit his chest with her fists as he began to walk out of
A soft unnoticeable smile spread on his lips as he stared down at her crying face. " Follow me". He said before pushing her face into his with his hand that was holding a gun. Her lips were pressed harshly to his as he began to kiss her roughly and when she didn't reciprocate he growled at her to move her lips. His hands hugged her tightly and tilted his face and entered her mouth. He forced his tongue more and more into her and their kissing sounds resounded in the area while her tears ran through their lips tasting salty. Still, with his gun in his hand, he motioned Ridhima to shoo off and she walked away without a sound. Since Aasha's back was facing Ridhima she couldn't see her walking away. He controlled her tongue movements and sucked her tongue. Pulling away he demanded her to put her tongue out. Hesitantly she put her tongue out and he put his mouth on her as he sucked her tongue in. She cringed as she shut her eyes, her hands becoming a little
Saying that she ran out of the room to find him and say the same to him that it wasn't her account. As soon as she stepped out of the room her hand was gripped by his big hand as he pulled her to him and put his hand on her waist and began to walk with her. She blabbered about the account not being hers but he gave a deaf ear to her and drove the car to a site. The gates were opened as he drove the car all the way in front of the building which looked like a palace. She ogled outside of the window and was amazed by the exterior design. The garden, the fountain in the middle with few statues around it looked marvelous. The planning and decorating looked so cultural. And when she saw the building she tilted her head a little to the window side to look at the whole building view but the side extension of the building looked endless. Suddenly her side door was opened startling her poor heart. She looked up at him as he gave her his hand but she took off the seat belt and got o
"You're the worst. You're the worst of all I've seen in my life". She whispered as she sobbed in her hands. He pulled back the phone and put it back in his pocket. She was still on his lap as he cuddled her to his chest bringing her head to his chest as if consoling her as she cried behind her hands hiding her face. He smiled looking at her crying. That satisfied his ego. He was hurt when she said she didn't want to sleep with him. What's wrong with him? He is perfectly fine. And his ego aside he tried convincing her for a long time. She is playing hard to get until his patience runs away and he did what he put this as a spare idea. Or he might still starve her. "Please sir. Delete them. Please. I beg you". She sobbed as her frame rocked in his hold. Her cry is uncontrollable as she cried hysterically. "P-please sir (hiccup). Delete them. Please". (hiccup). "On one condition Aasha".
Sleep is the farthest thing as she stayed awake all night thinking about everything going on in her life. When was the last day she smiled? But that question didn't matter when her dignity was always reminding her of her misery. All night she did nothing. Neither cried nor put her brain to think anything. Resting her head back to the wall she stared ahead numbly and blankly. Morning happened and she still sat the same and refused to eat any food. Her eyes stared dead in front of her as she remained like a lifeless doll. She was too tired. Tired of asking him. Begging him. Pleading him. Most of the time they face each other it is always him bullying her while she pleads with him. How many times did he assault her? How many times did he harass her? How many times did he ask her to sleep? And how many times she has to face this from him. Can't she get rid of him for once and all? But how? At the price of her virginity and dignity. A thought
"Wear this for the night. I would like to see you in this dress". Her chin wobbled. "I don't want that dress". She mewled in a cry. She doesn't want to be the seducer. He can use her all he wants. But she won't be the part of seduction. She saw him unresponding before he kneeled in front of her, startling her form. She pulled away from the headboard and sat straight. He looked up at her and held her feet making her gasp and tighten her hold around her legs to the chest."Put your feet forward". She didn't listen and gave him a confused look before he gritted the same words at her and her panic kicked in as she put her feet a little front. He pulled the feet to him and placed it on his knee and took out the anklet from his pocket and hooked it around her ankle. Leaning forward he bit the hook of the anklet tightening it, involuntarily his lips brushing on her skin. It felt smooth. Taking her other feet he began
Their smooching sounds of kissing echoed in the room with her small whimpers. His hand locked her wrists above her head as he laid on top of her while his other hand's fingers were trailing on her waist while kissing her lips. He made her hands wrap around his neck as his other hand snaked under her waist and lifted her up in a sitting position as they broke the kiss. He took that one moment to examine her face before attacking on her lips again. Her cheeks are wet with her tears while she is whimpering and crying in his mouth. Tilting his head he kissed her deeply before trailing his kisses to her jawline, then neck, and her cleavage. She folded her lips in and shut her eyes tightly to gulp her whimpers and cries as he began to kiss her cleavage. Pulling his tongue out he swiped his tongue on her cleavage and she visibly jolted in her place as an audible sob left from her mouth. He paid no heed to her cry as he started nibbling her chest
He wasn't even inside yet. It's just half and she is already writhing in pain. Her eyes were shut tight and her hands fisted the fabric of her pillow as her face pinched in pain and her body broke into jolts of sobs, letting out the tears from her eyes. Her breath stuck because of the sudden invasion he loaded himself full into. Her eyes flew open as she looked at him horrified as the pain was too much as she let out another scream. She shook her head to him as she felt the pain unbearable. He didn't proceed further as he stayed still for a few minutes waiting for her to adjust. When he felt enough and found her sobs lower he moved, earning another painful cry from her as now, her hand involuntarily punched his bicep in pain. She broke into tears as her body jolted with each sob. "P-paining". She whimpered. Leaning down he tried to coo her but she cried more feeling a movement down there. She felt like a fire burning down there as she str
She was seated beside him in the front row, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The grandeur of the function hall was overwhelming, its opulence radiating from every corner. The red carpeted floor stretched beneath their feet like a royal invitation, and the dim, golden lighting bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. The space was alive with a subtle hum of whispered conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses. Everyone in attendance seemed to glimmer with a richness that extended beyond their attire, leaving her feeling like an outsider despite her carefully chosen ensemble. She had dressed to match the elegance of the event, but even in her perfectly draped saree, she felt small. The air of effortless sophistication exuded by the crowd made her question the authenticity of their joy. Their hollow laughter and picture-perfect smiles felt more like a façade than genuine emotion. The event progressed seamlessly, with guests congratulating each other and exchanging pleasantries
Her lips parted slightly in shock. Every new piece of information about his life left her more confused, more trapped in this strange, dangerous world he had forced her into. Noticing her reaction, he smirked. “Relax. My brother doesn’t kill people unless it’s necessary.” She looked down, willing her face to stay neutral. He didn’t need to see how unsettled she was. Living with him, she had learned to mask her emotions, knowing that any visible discomfort could make things worse. “Doesn’t your grandmother say anything about this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “About you and your brother’s… profession?” He laughed outright at her question, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls. “She’s the one in charge. She keeps us in line. But she doesn’t approve of my brother’s work. It’s complicated. He joined the mafia to protect me. Back when I was in observation homes, I was safer there because of him.” “Eat,” he ordered, his voice firm, breaking her train of thought. Sh
No one in the room could sleep. She lay awake, her body tense as she remained acutely aware of him behind her. There was an unspoken understanding between them, fragile but present, like a thread stretched too thin. She was holding up her end of their silent deal—staying close, talking to him when he needed it—but she also drew her boundaries firmly. He had agreed to respect those lines, promising not to touch her, and she held him to his word. He lay on his side, clutching the loose end of her saree in his hand. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had, and he clung to it as if it could soothe the ache in him. His gaze rested on her back. If only she’d face him, he thought, he might have been able to lose himself in her expressions, her eyes. But she wouldn’t. She had made that clear. “Listen,” he said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, uncertain. Her eyes fluttered open, reluctant. She was on the edge of sleep, drifting, but his words pulled her back. “Yes?” she a
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