Talab

Talab 9

"Fuck! Arohi, listen to me—bacha, please don't react like this!"

But Arohi, frozen in shock, couldn't hear anything. Her body moved before her brain could process what was happening—she ran.

"John, relax," Alex said, trying to defuse the rising tension.

John snapped.

"Alex, just get lost, okay?! I'm not in the mood to deal with you!"

He rushed to their room and found the door locked.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Bacha, open the door. Let me explain, sweetheart. Please, just... open it."

Silence.

"Arohi, I swear I'll break this damn door!"

With a frustrated grunt, he forced the door open. His heart sank when he saw her—sitting on the couch, unmoving, empty. Her eyes looked straight ahead like she wasn't even there.

He walked towards her slowly, trying to steady his breath.

"Bacha... please. Just one chance. Let me explain."

She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly burning with pain. Without a second thought, she pushed him away with all her strength.

"Seriously? Is there anything left to explain, Mr. Elliot?"
"For you, I was a whore. A gold-digger. Someone who spread her legs for anyone who paid enough. I thought... I thought you loved me. That your care was real. But no, I was wrong. It was all fake. All an act."

She paused, trembling.

"It hurt. It killed me to hear the truth from your own mouth. Do you even realize? I wish I had been raped yesterday—it would've been less painful than your betrayal."

That was the final straw.

John's hand twitched, raised slightly in reflexive rage—but he stopped himself.

Still, his eyes darkened. He grabbed her hair tightly in his fist, his voice low and dangerous.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"Don't you dare say that again."

He leaned closer, breathing heavily.

"You're mine, Arohi. Do you understand? Mine to love. Mine to hold. Mine to taste. And mine to have under me—spread only for me. Don't ever challenge the side of me you don't want to meet."

He pushed her slightly away and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

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Author's POV

Arohi collapsed to the floor, curling her knees to her chest.

Was this the same John Ji who once held her like a precious gem?
Was he really loving... or was that just a mask for a monster?

His words echoed in her mind like a curse.
"You're mine to eat. Mine to see under me."

Was she his wife, or just his possession?

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Arohi's POV

Why... why me?

I thought I was loved. I thought I had finally found a home in him. But to him, I'm just an obsession...

Knock knock.

A maid entered hesitantly.

"Ma'am... Sir asked me to bring you breakfast. Where should I place it?"

Arohi stood up slowly, leaning on the couch for support. Her eyes narrowed.

"Tell your fucking sir that I'm not his slave who takes his orders."