"P-please sir. P-please, believe me, sir. H-he assaulted me. H-he raped me----He looked away, closing his eyes trying to remove the images away from his vision. A sheer level of anger surged as he looked at her and suddenly he pushed her body into the water tub. She fell into the water and her whol
After some time she examined herself and was reminded that she was still in her white clothes. Getting up she changed her saree into a long-length dress that covered her ankle as well as her full-length hands. Leaving her hair free she got on her bed and wrapped a blanket around her for warmth. She
He stared at her for the longest time before his eyes fell on her hand that was attached to the drip. His hand caressed the back of her hand without touching it and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Her hands are warm as well. Let alone be the hands but her whole vibes are warm and calm. She is so inno
Her eyes were set on the drop dripping in the drip bar when suddenly she felt his lips on hers and she flinched back with a gasp as she looked at him with her wide eyes. He again leaned forward when she turned away and hid her lips with the back of her hand and mumbled. "Please". Her sound of hit
10 days passed and she was in turmoil. What should she do? Betray him? Or run away? Both looked selfish. Betraying him would be a stand against her morals. Betraying isn't just her cup of tea. And today's mistake reflects tomorrow in the worst way. Why think about the future? Just think about hi
But he has his plans. He will get it done either this way or that way. He moved away from her and she immediately sprinted away from him making a beeline to the exit. He looked down at the property papers and took those in his hands. It is the time. Three days passed as she tried to convince her
A day passed by and I decided to keep the papers back. All night I was on my toes afraid of getting caught. And I thought about it all night. It isn't safe for me to betray him. He could do anything to me. And he would harm them as well. And I'm not going to betray him when the property is his own.
As if their poor-conditioned room wasn't enough he threw all of them in a cattle while he got to know that Aasha was talking to them and providing them food. He put them there for three days and three nights and they were sleep deprived except once they slept in a noon behind the well. It was their
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