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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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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
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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.
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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
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"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
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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
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The crumpled sheets lay loosely over their entwined bodies, a delicate cover that barely concealed the warmth they shared. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo above her head, wild and unruly, as he traced a gentle finger along the smooth curve of her nape, savoring the softness beneath his touch. The early morning light filtered softly through the undrawn curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. He had deliberately left the curtains open, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of her sleep.She slept delicately, with an air of exhaustion that told the story of the night before. Her hands were pressed beneath the pillow, her breathing slow and rhythmic, a picture of serene vulnerability. He found himself mesmerized by the way she looked in her sleep—so peaceful, so unaware of the emotions she stirred within him. His fingers moved through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip through his hands as he brushed them away from her face.Propped up on his elbow, he supported
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A flush sounded as she exited the washroom, making her way to the wash basin. Turning on the tap, she let the cold water run through her hands, washing them thoroughly. After turning off the tap, she reached for a tissue when she heard the creak of the door opening. "Excuse me." A male voice startled her, and she swiftly turned around, astonished to hear a man’s voice in the ladies' washroom. He stood in the doorway, wearing sunglasses, and seemed momentarily stunned by her presence. There was a brief silence until she broke it. "Yeah?" Her voice snapped him out of his daze. "This is the gents' washroom," he said, still looking at her, unblinking behind his shades. Unaware of his intense gaze, she replied casually yet politely. "Umm, you might be mistaken. This is the ladies' room. The gents' might be on the other side." There was something almost enchanting about the way she spoke, her voice carrying a calm assurance that caught him off guard. For a moment, he questioned his
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"Get ready," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You’re coming to the office with me."Her heart raced, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. She knew she had little choice but to comply. With a sigh of defeat, she realized her hopes of a quiet morning had been dashed."Can I not come—""Didn’t I make myself clear? What’s there to question?"His voice was stern, leaving no room for negotiation."Go. Change into a dress. I’ll be waiting."The tension in the air was palpable. She hesitated for a moment, caught between frustration and resignation. His unwavering command left her with no room to argue. Slowly, she turned away from the door, her shoulders slumping in silent defeat. The weight of his expectations pressed heavily upon her as she trudged towards her room to change, her thoughts a jumble of frustration and acceptance. The morning she had hoped for had vanished, replaced by the inevitable reality of his demands.Raghav's pov...She finally gave up, no lon
