"Did I tell you that writing with three pens at a time isn't valid"?Her head shot up with dread afraid that it is ain't valid. She wrote those many papers all night and her hand has that numb pain in her veins. It would go in vain if he would say that.His eyes lit up as he read that dreadfulness o
Apart from her daily schedule, he was mostly being in the home for which she has to bring his milk-less coffee for him at any time he asks every day.For the first time, she made a coffee with sugar and milk and he visited the kitchen with the same coffee she served him. He silently put it on the ki
She was bedding her bed when suddenly she heard her door opening and clicking immediately in a second hand her startled. She turned around in fear and her eyes widened looking at the intruder as fear gripped her heart.She was sure he went to the office but... she isn't sure if they will be watched.
"No. No. I won't do it".She can't do it. She is so terrified to do anything against him. Last time though he let her go he put enough training in her mind that she shouldn't go against him. He made her write a book about disobeying him. On top of that, she was this close to being assaulted again. S
" What are you looking at. Take that oil and massage my back. I won't repeat myself. Do it"." N-no"." What "? His warning gazed through the question." N-no. I-I will call Ridhima sir"." Shut up and just do what I say. I didn't ask her. I asked you"." I don't want to"." It doesn't matter. Will
In the evening a saree was sent to her and she picked it up to find a beautiful black saree. But keeping it aside she took out a embroidery white georgette saree for herself which looked simple with work on the border and the blouse.Tying the saree she put some minimal makeup of eyeliner and a ligh
"Fucking behave"."Remove your hand please".Her voice came low and persuading." Get along with it. And smile"!!He commanded her and she refused to do so and tried to take off his hand when he dug his fingers into her flesh causing her to wince in pain."I said smile and let go of your hand or I w
" Hey sweetie. What's your name"." Aasha".She chooses to not say her full name while being with other men." That's a beautiful name".Said the old lady as she stared at her with a pinpointed stare as she spoke." Your beauty is reminding me of my youth dear. You are really pretty. Be careful. Bea
Asha’s POV**** Lifting my head, I saw him. Unlike me, wrapped in traditionals, he stood in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into black pants. His hair was combed back, though a few strands had fallen forward, softening the sharpness of his features. He looked so composed, so unaffected, while my w
The women took over as they seated her on the chair as they began to smoke her hair woth dhoop. With her head bowed down she took a glance at him and looked away on finding him still standing there. After few seconds he left the place. Mean time they began to drape a white saree with a reddish go
The car slowed to a halt. The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of inevitability. He pushed the door open and stepped out with calculated ease, his movements slow but deliberate. Walking around the car, he pulled open her door. She sat there, unmoving, her shoulder
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even falter. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something slow and hypnotic. "Tell me, what’s the difference?" Her breath caught. "Didn’t we already live like a couple before? Didn’t I already claim you like one?" She sucked in a sharp breath, he
The air inside the car was suffocating. Tension thickened like a storm about to break, drowning her in helplessness. Her small, trembling hands joined together as she sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her. Like she was nothing. "Please don’t do this,” her v
“What promises?" She inhaled sharply, her fists clenching in her lap. “That you would let me go after two weeks.” The words cut through the air, sharp and accusing. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No. It was realization. The truth hung hea
Slowly, as if the weight of her reality was sinking back in, her large eyes opened and met his. He exhaled sharply, his grip still firm, his voice low, cold, and unforgiving. “Listen to me. And listen well.” His deep voice sent an involuntary shudder through her. His tone wasn’t just demanding
“Why did you run away?” His voice was deceptively quiet, a dangerous undercurrent of rage simmering beneath the surface. She didn’t answer. Instead, she struggled harder, her wet limbs slipping through his grasp momentarily before he yanked her back with force. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RUN AWAY?”
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