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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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|Tears streamed down her eyes as she saw her dresses being burnt in the balcony. She felt anger rising in her as she watched the clothes burning and turning into ashes. She felt his footsteps behind her. "Come on. Get up". He called out but she gave no response as she continued to stare blankly at her clothes. She heard him sigh as she felt his hands trying to lift up her blanket wrapped body when she scurried away from his hands. Nonetheless despite her struggle he lifted her up through her waist. She started to struggle in his grip. "You're a monster". "Watch your tongue before you get into another trouble". "Why did you do that?? Why did you do that? Our contract was only to sleep. Why did you burn my clothes? Why"?She demanded as she cried her eyes out. His brows scrunched into a little concern while the next second they vanished away. "It was necessary. Moreover, you shall no longer be dressed in plain garments akin to that of a mourning widow,""That shouldn't concern
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"Tell me? Tell me what punishment will make you understand that you shouldn't disobey me. Tell me what pain should I cause you so that a thought of rebelling against me doesn't encourage in your mind. Tell me what I should do". He gritted at her crying form as she whimpered and scrunched away from him with her shoulders trapped in his grip. "I'm sorry". She sobbed."You should be. But you are not. You are just sorry because you are caught. Otherwise you are not sorry at all". "These were those fingers that dared to do the act right. Weren't they? Speak! Weren't they? Let's make a markable punishment so that you will not have to be sorry again. Okay baby"? She shook her head to him in denial unbothered about knowing what he is gonna do next for she knows he just did something gruesome to her. Taking a pen out of his pocket he put it between her two fingers and pressed them together almost trying to twist them as she screamed in pain, her other hand trying to loosen his clutch on he
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Her eyes slowly flickered open and took in her surroundings. Her throat felt parched and dried up. She felt thirsty. Slowly she tried to get up when her hand pained. She looked at her hand only to witness a saline attached to her hand. Few scenarios flashed in her mind which reasoned her current condition as she slowly tried to sit properly on the bed. Her eyes again fell on her hands and then fingers as again the scenarios flashed in her mind. Her eyes turned glossy but she shut them by closing her eyes. She tried to gulp and again felt the parched up pain in her throat. She looked around to find no water jug on the nightstand. Sighing tiredly she leaned back to the head board and sat silently not wanting to go for a tour around the house for a jug of a water or face him. And the saline is still attached to her hand. Her dull eyes stared at nothingness. Her gaze drifted lost in thoughts. She wouldn't run anymore. Giving up seemed easier than losing a body part. She had t
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"That's hard to answer". He said. Leaning forward looking straight into her eyes he spoke. "Deal," he pressed, his voice honeyed.. "Stay, and I'll be a prince. Disobey, and..." The threat hung heavy, unspoken. Her chin trembled, as she gulped. Though he put the deal she wasn't able to believe him. He never stayed true to his words. But she have no other choice. Her situation compels her to listen, but true belief remains elusive. Her options are painfully limited. But hope, as fragile as a spider's thread, was all she had. His threat hung unfinished as the day began to run and he didn't charge himself on her careful for her health. In the mean time she thought if her poor health could stop him from having her. In the very stance he came to her with her medical report and warned that he will be taking care of her health from now on. The drip was taken off by afternoon. Her lunch was bought to her in the bedroom by him. He fed her and dozed her to sleep as he worked in the
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The food remained untouched as it had been minutes he left the dining table. She tried to listen to the commotion happening in the hall, but it wasn't clear. She could only hear the faint vibrations of voices traveling the distance, not the actual words. Putting the spoon down she got up setting her veil over her shoulders as she walked slowly to the hall without making a sound. Standing behind the partition she peeked at them. Both were standing, his back frame covering the man as they talked. "Her daughter is with me. I don't think we can bait with her daughter when she literally abandoned her and ran for herself". The police said to Raghav, who shook his head in denial. "Cant believe she could stoop low. But her daughter is the only one left for her. She will come back. Be attentive". "But what about the trial". "I'll come". She ducked back at the partition as she felt their movement. "Be careful. Might end up in jail again" Saying that he got up. His
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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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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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He didn’t relax. His body remained tense, his eyes sharp and searching. “Fighting what?” he pressed, unwilling to let the matter drop. “Fighting all this,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Her gaze lifted to meet his, her sharp eyes piercing his. For a moment, she gathered her courage, the weight of the truth heavy in her chest. “In these days, I’ve realized that my fighting doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice carrying a bitter edge. “Does it?” He didn’t respond, his silence a confirmation of the unspoken reality between them. Her next words came more forcefully, her resolve strengthening despite the tremor in her voice. “If I say I don’t want to marry you and want to leave, would you let me go?” She already knew the answer. It was etched into his every action, every word he had spoken. The announcement of his proposal was proof enough—he wasn’t planning to let her go. But still, she asked, the question hanging heavily in the air. “Tell me. Would you?” Fo
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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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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
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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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