"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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तू कर ऐतबार मेरा मैं करूँ इन्तेजार तेरा
Past Age – 4 Kainaat's POV
I woke up with my hands dirty from the sandy ground.
The light coming from the small window in the room flashed right on my face, making me wince before fully waking.
This feeling of dirt on my hand is very uncomfortable for me. As much as I try to rub it in my skirt, it still has a crinkly feeling.
I want water.
Suddenly, I remembered my thirty throat. I absentmindedly looked around, only to find the whole room had changed.
There was a small bed now.
I stood up, but a pain shot through me. My body is used to sleeping on a soft mattress and this cold floor is causing pain in my body.
Ignoring the pain, I tried to move forward. A small bed was placed in a corner, it was not here yesterday.
I walked towards the bed, a plate full of my favorite food was placed on the bed while a bottle of water rested on the Mattress.
My hands gripped the bottle cap before my mind could think about it. It felt as if my hunger was taking a toll on my brain, controlling it.
Just as I was about to take a sip, a dark, intimidating voice stopped me.
“What if there is poison in it?” My gaze shifted from the bottle to the same psycho men.
My feet automatically trembled back, I ran back until I couldn't, the wall stopped me. My hands gripped on the bottle so tightly that I might have caused the bottle to explode on me.
“Poison?” My voice became shaky, even my throat hurt when I tried to talk.
“Yes. It can kill you.” He took some sinister steps towards me.
Kill me? I would rather not die.
He smirked in my direction, kneeling to my height, his hands touched my forearm and I flinched.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, I took the filled water bottle and hit him with it. I used all the force I had, but he looks angry now.
No.
What did I just do?
His head was thrown back as he laughed.
He's laughing at me, at my pathetic condition.
“You think you can hurt me?” His voice lowered to the edge, I can feel the anger in his words.
His hand moved from my forearm to my throat. He squeezed hard enough to choke me.
The pressure on my neck made me dizzy. I felt a sense of terror when he wrapped his free hand around the back of my neck, adding more force.
I tried to scratch his hand and thighs, but he didn't budge.
