"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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तेरे मांथे के कुमकुम को, मैं तिलक लगा के घूमूँगा
Past Age-4 Kainaat's POV
Death.
The only thing I know about death is that it takes away people and does not allow them to meet their loved ones.
My father told me this when I saw my grandfather's dead body 3 months back.
My favorite person lay there on the bed, not even one ounce of his body moving. I was unable to understand what happened to him, my mother sat me down and told me that an angel came to take him. He will not come back.
But, when I asked my father, he simply informed me that he died. My mother asked him to not say such things, but he renounced, “She has to know the truth. She's not going to be a child, her whole life.”
That day I got to know about death.
A little part of me was terrified because one day I will have to experience this, but I shooed this thought away before it could swallow my mind whole.
But, Now I'm having the same experience, this 9-10 year old boy's death is forming uncured terror in my mind.
“Is he…dead?” The weight of these words seemed heavy on my gut. My gaze refused to look at him.
“No. He's just unconscious because of heavy blood loss.” I flinched as I saw a pool of blood near the boy. They are evil guys, even looking at the maroon makes me want to throw and here they are, staring right at the boy.
Blood is something that terrifies me to an extent that I can't even sleep at night, sleep refuses to provide me shelter from fear.
Now, looking at him made it easier for me to predict my future.
It's all confusing for me. What do they want from this boy?
Who are these people?
Why am I dragged into this?
Is this my future?
By looking at the limp body in front of me, it's evident that I will rot in this dark room until they don't kill this boy, and later they will repeat the process with me.
I will never meet my family again.
My thoughts came to a halt when a splash of water was dropped ruthlessly on the boy.
Monster poured hot water on the boy while throwing the iron bucket near my foot. I immediately marched backwards while tightly wrapping my hands around myself. Fear crept into my mind as the iron bucket rolled on the ground.
Even tears refuse to brim in my eyes.
I feel hopeless.
But, my misery is nothing in front of this 9-year-old boy who is beaten to death and is now stirring and wincing due to hot water burning his wounds.
