"Taiyar ho gayi app?" he asked.
Just some simple words.
But it felt like my breath had been ripped from my lungs. My nails dug into my wrist, gaze fluttering away from him, refusing to meet his. Everything we did last night, every single thing, rushed through me like a storm, leaving me dizzy, flushed, trembling.
And then, he started walking.
I gulped.
But he didn’t come to me.
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Bastard.
There she was, leaning by the balcony, her face turned toward the endless night sky now wearing a white satin speghetti strap gown which framed her form so sinfully, that it made me want to run my hands over her.
It was him.
The preparations for the journey to Rajkot Haveli felt almost theatrical, like we were trying to announce our arrival to the whole world.
𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.
𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
He told me to sleep, but how could I when a devil lay beside me, his steady breathing filling the silence, making my stomach twist in discomfort, I was weak, angry, scared, hungry, thirsty, .
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