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2023-09-02 18:35:54Saying 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
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"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".
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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
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"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
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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
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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
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The bright light emitted into the room as her frame lay over lazily on the bed with her hand stretched a little while having the blanket wrapped around her. Her hairs fell over her face as the air had been playful with them making them fly at random times. The light shone on her face but the marks on her body shone more promise than the light. The blanket lay lifeless like her as her dainty foot peeked out of the blanket while her hands were hugged to her chest. Her eyes fluttered, nuzzling her face in the pillow sleepily in the process of waking up. Opening her eyes she looked around. Her body felt a little different and weak. Blinking, she cleared the blurriness as the room came into her view. She grew attentive as slowly she gathered the blanket around her though she was dressed as she got up in a sitting position as her eyes wandering carefully searching if he was here when suddenly his voice startled her. "You woke up"? Startled, she turn
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He threw her body on the bed and she bounced slightly before she sat up straight while he was taking off his belt readily. Scared, she crawled back a little and gulped. He pushed his pants down and began to crawl at her when she murmured while cowering back. "N-night..."? She trailed off as he heard her. "What"? He asked irritated at her interruption. "I-it is not night yet". She was trying to postpone it. A soft snicker left his mouth as he looked at her lustfully. "It doesn't matter what time it is. Day or night. You are mine for at least 7 days. Saying that he pulled her to him by her foot and attached his lips with her while taking off her saree. He didn't understand why he even gave her a saree just to remove it. He would keep that point in his mind to not give her a dress if he intends to have sex next time. Arnav's povOur clothes were discarded as I locked her hands up. She had her eyes shut in fear while the back of my fingers grazed her skin. Small sniffles were he
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Arnav's PovWiping the tear away from her eye with my thumb I pushed myself away from her with my semi-hard cock. Her hands snaked around her breasts and waist trying to cover herself while her legs were pulled up together to cover her intimate parts. Now she had her eyes shut as her face morphed into a grief expression as she cried silently with small jolts resulting from her sniffles and hiccups. I pulled the blanket over her body and put on my pants while saying. "Take a rest. I'll call you for lunch". Saying that I walked out of the room and shut the door giving her some privacy— though I invaded a lot of her privacy I decided to give her some so she could cry freely. Moreover, I have to prepare lunch as well. Since I'm going to use her it is my responsibility to keep her in good health and shape. And eating healthy and protein food is a must for her. I can't let her go hungry. But that can wait since it is not time yet. Walking to the balcony of the other room I took a half-
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Later, 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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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
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