"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑡; ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.."
Sana Gill, age 21, is a typical princess girl. She is the only daughter of her r...
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SANA POV
He put his cock deep inside me, filling me, making me moan his name in pleasure.
"Sana,"
Why Sidharth have to call me right now? When I'm busy reading a smut scene? He just entered inside her, after their hot make out session.
"Sana?"
Maybe he wants to talk about something. Yes.
"Coming," With a sad pouty face and heavy heart, I gave a pause of my reading, and kept my book on the nightstand. I wanted to read that and finish the damn chapter. I hate to keep my chapters unfinished, like this. Mostly smut ones.
I lazily got down from bed and went outside to check on him. I can't see him anywhere.
"Sidharth, where are you? And, why did you call?" I asked, before getting myself comfortable on the dining table's chair and rest my head on the table.
I am feeling exhausted. After staying awake all night at the forest, seeing my so-called mother getting burned into ashes. In the early morning, we collected her ashes into the water bottle, I carried. We had no other choice. Before leaving the place, we cleaned that place nicely. We directly went to the sea beach and dumped her ashes, into the sea.
That, bitch is gone, for real and for forever.
After dumping her ashes, we also throw away the knife into the sea. My hoodie and gloves was burned into ashes with her. So, that's not a problem. After finishing with her chapter we came back home and slept for hours. Long.
We woke up an hour ago. First we eat something then, we took a bath. I took a long one hour bath. Then, I got busy reading this book and he was busy somewhere to ignore me. He is doing this from last night. Why? I have no fucking idea. Why is he so upset?
"I am in the kitchen." He replied and took a peak at me.
I waved my hand at him, but got no response in return.
"Are you still feeling sleepy?" He asked, and checked the time from the wall clock, "You can still sleep if you want. It's 9pm already."
"I'm not feeling sleepy anymore. I slept all day. I am just little tired. Can you make some coffee for me? I need some energy boost." I requested him.
I need energy to coax him, later. I don't what's his problem but I need to fix it. ASAP. And now.
"Sure. I was making for me anyways. That's why I called you to ask if you want some or not." His voice was normal but he had no affection in it.
It definitely hurt me.
"Oh!" I said in a low voice.
He comes out from the kitchen after some time, with two cups of coffee in hands. He placed one in front of me and said, "Here, have it."
