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"This is my house Mrs.Gupta. And i would do what i desire. But I'll let you know. The interior of this house is going to change to a lot extent that you can't remind your own old home"." You aren't doing anything like that".Saying that she pointed her finger at him. His eyes dropped at her finger as he glared at it and then snapped his eyes at her. His jaw twitched a little as his eyes glared at her ferociously."Mind your finger good old lady. Or i will chop it off"."You are the same still. You dare to disrespect me such way. No wonder a bastard like you have such low manners. You are a useless and bastard of waste seed. After all it is an upbringing of your mother isn----A slap echoed around the hall that startled workers as they stopped doing well their work and looked at her.Aasha gasped as she ran to her mother in law but Samira was quick to back her mother. Meera just stood there with her hand on the mouth after looking at the scenario while Aasha looked at him in disbelief
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Saying that in a span of minute he reached her as now he turned to her giving his whole attention to her." Hmm"?He hummed as his hand near to her hand when she stepped back hiding her hand back and when he was about to reach her hiding hand she swiftly bought it to front as her right hand secured the left hand wrist. But then he grabbed her right hand as he pulled her with him when she resisted by gripping her feet to the ground but they were utterly useless. Though she tried to resist a lot he simply pulled her forward to the edge of the open yard in a home while Yamini, Meera and Samira stood to the right side edge of the open yard with the fire still burning the materialistic things.Dragging her along with him he pulled her to his front as she stammered by the force but he caught her at the place."I'll give a drop of example about how i will claim her and if you leave the place you will stay out tonight".Saying that suddenly he slammed his lips on her taking her by surprise as
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Rinsing her mouth roughly with water she split them out wiping her mouth. Again rubbing her lips with water and then again rinsing her mouth, splitting it out she continued the cycle. This time she put her fingers in her mouth deep down to her throat and tried to vomit anything possible that could remove the feeling of dirty nauseousness.The only that came out of her throat was water and after vomiting out the water three times she rinsed her mouth thoroughly. Satisfied to some extent she dried her mouth and stepped out of the bedroom.Straight to her to the opposite side, the mirror reflected her image as her eyes fell on her mouth which was red all over the surrounding of her lips. Her fingers gently caressed the red part and felt a little painful. She touched her lips and her lips texture became a little rough and paddy due to continuous rinsing with water. The scenario again occurred in her mind as she rubbed her lips roughly with the back of her hand and again tears began to run
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Her relief movement stayed for a little movement when a chill ran up her spine listening to him calling her name with that superior voice that made her flinch in her place with a restrained gasp.Her eyes widen as her eyes furiously moved here and there wondering why he took out her name now. Nonetheless, she choose to still stay in the kitchen and ignore him when he again called her as well f he owns her. As a f she is someone to him."Aasha"!!!His shout demanded her presence as if he owned her and instinctively her legs moved as she walked to him still with a tray in her hands.Reaching him she stood right behind him without making a sound but her footsteps were heard, however. She glanced at his head but didn't take a step to call him.He turned around and looked down at her while she kept her gaze on the tray."What were you doing while I was calling you"?She said nothing and hesitantly looked up and dropped her gaze as if her lids her heavy enough to not up look at him. Somethi
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"Damn fucking tempting".She pushed him away taking his distraction as a chance as she immediately run to the other side of the kitchen island. With tears streaming from her eyes, she immediately spat the words."This is why I slapped you. You touched me. You shouldn't have done that. This is wrong".She said and the next second she realized what she did. She just pointed out his wrong when he can harm her again"." What did you say".Saying that he took a stride to reach her when she immediately turned around and yelped in fear running to her room.He stared at the spot she left from and didn't take a step to follow her and teach her a lesson. Instead, he just snickered at her. Not a joyous one. But a wicked one.Reaching her room she turned around to see if he is following her and immediately she entered into her room and bolted the door.A sob tore from her lips as she hiccuped and cried leaning her forehead to the door, her hand clasping her mouth.She was kissed again. No that wa
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Before he drag her to the room he was stopped by Yamini in short she reached home and clutched her hand. With deadly eyes, he turned around and looked at her with his hooded eyes."Leave her. Why are you taking her"?"As I said, to take her".Saying that he continued to drag her to his room while she resisted her best to get away from her. Twisting her hand, pinning her foot to the ground, begging to leave her, gripping the staircase handle. She did all. In the end when she collapsed on the stairs to prevent him from dragging her but yet he dragged her this time by her forearm forcing her to get up on her legs and walk with him.Though Yamini was ought to stop him from dragging her he paid no heed to them.Once he dragged her to his room he gave one forceful push flying her to the front wall with her hands first on the wall saving her face from the brutal force. Her eyes widen and her heart shuddered when she heard a click sound which she could guess was a bolt of the door. Franticall
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"Drink it, Aasha".She shook her head again as his grip tightened on the glass."Why? So that you can have chili powder to get rid of my taste on you. Then I'm hell-bent on making you drink water".She was shocked to listen about the chill powder thing and yet to process it but he was fast to proceeded the glass of water to her mouth.She immediately shook her head but he caught her cheeks steadily and forced her to drink water. Her hands tried their feeble attempts to get his hold loose on her cheeks where as he was forcing the content in her mouth with ease. She didn't allow the water to enter at first but at last, she have to drink water. However most of the content spilled out of her mouth until she coughed out water and he let her go putting away the empty glass.Her body limply slid down to the wall as she coughed vigorously with her hand over her mouth. It felt difficult for her as water has entered her nose as well. His massive figure bent down on his one folded knee leveling
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The next day she was in the kitchen wrapped in her white saree cooking his breakfast as he said. She doesn't want to take any chances with him again. Doesn't want to anger him which could lead to anything. Yesterday night was one dreading night for her. Her anxiety reached the peak that she fainted and was woken up in the morning by some Ridhima as she listened calling him.Her eyes were swollen her cheeks chubby from all sleeping and crying early in the morning. There is a hint of redness all over her bare skin as she rubbed herself roughly. Her routine was largely disturbed but remembering that she doesn't have to sweep and mop the house she did her head bath and did Pooja spending an extra half an hour complaining about all his actions and her accusations on him at last seeking strength from the lord.And right from one hour, she prepared four dishes. Gobi Paratha with a side curry if needed, Rice, and paneer curry. Ridhima said he would also take lunch from home so she cooked his
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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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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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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
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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
