" You enjoyed his touch , Didn't you Shristi? "
He saw me obviously. His dark glance burned holes on my skin. I tried to look back but he grabs my wrists and yanked me towards him. My body crashed into his chest, before get pressed against it.
" I...
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I finally tied the knot of my top .
From the last twenty minutes, I'm struggling to handle this lahenga as it's weight was more heavy than me. Maybe ! But it's really heavy.
I look down on my stomach where the curves are prominent and the faded marks of my wound makes it more ugly!
Uhhh! I'm not going to wear this outside.
“ Shree? Are you done? Or do you need any help? ”
His voice comes from the outside as I wrapped the dupatta around my body before stepping outside. He was busy on his phone but as soon as he senses my appearance, he looks at me.
However he twisted his eyebrows in irritation when he finds, I'm wrapping the dupatta like sheet.
“ What's wrong with wrapping dupatta like that? ”
I'm chubby and it's making me ugly! That's all Mr. Extra Rich Handsome Sidharth singhania !
“ Uhh! I don't like lahenga. Can I wear something more covering? Like saree or gown? ”
Saree or gown both will hide my curves and these marks perfectly. So no one will get to look down on me. But....
He twisted his eyebrows before making his steps toward me.
“ Remove that dupatta, Shree ! Let me see, how you're looking on this . ”
I shake my head as no but his death glare makes me drop my dupatta forcefully. Though, there's no one except Mr. Singhania, I feel like crying for my insecurities.
I wrapped my both arm around my stomach, cover the fat and the marks from him.
“ I'm fat, Mr. Singhania! It's ugly! ”
It's not like I'm too much fat but chubby enough. My thick thighs, handful boobs, curvy waists are the point of my insecurities. After my mom's death when papa brings Misti maa ( stepmother) home , she also points it down.
Tears formed into my eyes by thinking these but Mr. Singhania drags me inside the changing room again and makes me stand before the mirror. He removed my arms from my waist and gazed at my eyes through the mirror.
“ Tell me what's ugly you're seeing here? If you're right, I'll let you go. If you're wrong, I'll punish you. Sì? ”
My heart stops beating with his words. He'll punish me? I mean......
He drags the dupatta down from my shoulder and put his chin there, maintaining the eye contact through the mirror.
His fingers brushes on my neck pepperly as he asides my hair to right, revealing the skin to him.
“ Start pointing , Shree! Right answer, I'll let you go. Wrong answer, you'll get punishment. No answer, I'll make you on your knees. Sì? ”
