"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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जो मेरी मंजिलों को जाती है तेरे नाम की कोई सड़क है ना
Past Age — 4 Kainaat's POV
Rajvansh.
Abhay Rajvansh
Papa's boss.
My favorite uncle, He, cannot be the reason for all this. They are lying.
“Don't lie.” I looked at him to see moisture in his eyes. They were a little red.
“I am telling the truth. They made a mistake, and this boy just has to pay for their sins.”
“No. I know them. They cannot be the reason for this.” My feet took a step back. I felt the person in front of me will help me. He will let me escape.
Nothing.
He did absolutely nothing.
He is nothing but a liar.
All he did was try to feed me his lies.
Every month I meet Abhay uncle in the office, he gives me chocolates and hugs me like his daughter. He cannot do anything bad.
He even called me to his home one day, but papa denied.
Abhay uncle said he has a daughter like me, she is 2 years old, and he will let me play with her.
“You have to trust me, little girl.” This liar tried to keep his hand on my head, but I moved back as if his touch were lethal.
“No.” I brought my courage back and stood in front of him.
“Get him back.” I ordered. I don't think he will follow my order, but I can't lose the chance that I got. Maybe a request would work.
“No. He has to die, it's written in his destiny. Even if I Try to pursue the boss into saving him, he will still not survive.” I felt as if someone dropped a bucket of cold water on me.
“How can you be so cruel?” Tears leaked from my eyes as I screamed at this liar.
“I am not cruel. Those Rajvansh's are cruel. I don't even know why I am arguing with a four-year-old child.” For the first time, he raised his voice.
“What is the difference between you and them? And you are only having an argument with a four-year-old child because you are useless for any other work.” I should not insult an elder, but he is not being nice.
“You are calling me useless? Oh, god, why the fuck am I even caring about what a 4-year-old thinks about me, it's not like I'm your fathe-”
“Don't. Don't you dare say my father's name.” Anger rushed, but the fire inside me felt weak when an orange hue was seen in the room.
