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2023-09-02 18:50:57"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
Last Updated : 2023-09-02His Widow Chapter 34
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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Sighing I put my phone on the table and continued smoking. Though weirdly I felt I no longer needed to smoke anymore. Tapping the dust from the cigarette I crushed it off under my feet and looked back in the direction of my room. She must be sleeping right now. I thought and looked forward. I want to spend more time with her. Maybe not just physical. But maybe just staring at her. Or a few talks. Not that I need sweet talking after sex. But with her, I want to do it. Bore my eyes into her, let my hands massage her parts, and have a mouth-to-mouth talk with overwhelming emotions. "Fuck". I cursed as I took another cigarette from the box and lit it. This is what I dislike. Needs are growing to the extent of emotions which I don't want. It must be a fucking sex. Just a fucking sex. Nothing more than that. And I have to distract myself before I go to such an extent. Maybe it is because I'm giving my important and free time to her without bothering about my business. My empty mind is
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Lying on the sofa to her side she stared ahead blankly as the last tear slid down from her eyes. Her grief seemed so endless that even her eyes felt tired of her tears. Last night images flashed in front of her eyes as her heart tightened and stomach twisted. From the moment she woke up those haunting flashes were troubling her. She is trying to avoid them and not remember or think about it. But her brain and marks are forcing her to accept the reality that she was assaulted and she is no more a virgin. At present, virginity isn't a thing that she is depressed or regretting more. It is all about the future. About the future that she has to walk on willingly or unwillingly. Walk over on her morals and let him walk on her dignity. Tears again threatened her eyes but she put them at bay tired of crying all the time. As if her grief wasn't enough, he is calling her at ridiculous times. By now he made several calls disturbing her grief, and worsening her mood. She is trying to get out of
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I know you all must be waiting for next chapter eagerly and I'm very sorry to disappoint you all. I already have unedited half version of chapter in my draft but i couldn't just take out time to complete it in this for schedule as I'm going to give my exams on 10th of this month (December). So I'm very busy preparing for the exam and I request you all to be a little patient and kind towards me. Actually the course i took finishes after 7 months and I'm supposed to concentrate solely on my studies. But since I started the book I gave few rare updates in past months but I couldn't anymore. I'm not saying that i will not update till 7 months. I will update but rarely. And after 7 months if the book is still isn't completed then I'll finish the book after 7 months by giving daily updates. For now i can't update any chapter till December 17th. After December 17th I'll update few chapters and later after June I'll update regularly. And never think I'm going to leave this book incomplete.
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The vehicle remained motionless, its headlights casting long, eerie shadows. The rain pounded against its hood, running in streaks down the black paint. Something felt wrong. Strongly wrong. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the rain as she tried to get a better look. But it is a tinted glass. Her gut twisted violently. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to run, to move, to do something.Then, the car window slid down. And her breath hitched. It was *him.* His eyes locked onto hers instantly, piercing through the dimly lit night like a predator spotting wounded prey. Even through the rain and darkness, his stare burned into her—sharp, unrelenting, dangerous. A shiver crawled down her spine. For a moment, she couldn't move. Fear gripped her limbs, paralyzing her in place. If he caught her now… No. No!!It would be end for her and her freedom. She will again be in his clutches. The sharp click of the car door unlocki
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Life 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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Lifting 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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He 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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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
