"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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तुझे मेरा दीन धरम है , मुझसे तेरी खुदाई तू बोले तो बन जाऊं मैं, बुल्लेह शाह सौदाई
This chapter contains some disturbing content.
Kainaat's POV
A faint hand curls around my mouth as my screams get muffled.
My eyes are about to move out of their sockets and I try to scream, the hold around my neck tightens to a point where breathing becomes the most difficult task for me. My voice dries down around his hands.
Warm tears form around my eyes, blurring my eyes to see the horrifying view. I have been trying to get free from these constraints yet no victory. I feel as if my lungs will burst.
My eyes shut on their own as a subtle, relaxing feeling takes over my brain.
Everyone has to die one day.
My brain muscles start to ease down and the tension in my shoulders dims down, it feels as if I am drowning in an ocean but without getting choked, with my eyes wide open. It's almost as if the water is taking control of my body.
I acknowledge that my destiny is unchangeable
Just as I accept my fate, the surrounding hand loosens, forcing me to see the gut-wrenching panorama. I feel a strong push at my back and I fall on my face, my knees scraping around the ground in the process.
I can feel the ripping of my skin as pain travels down my body, My eyes shoot open and the same musty smell hits the back of my throat.
The rustiness of this essence burns the inside of my neck, and I knit my eyebrows together, narrowing my eyes to see from the foggy road.
Nothing.
White fog, or I should say, smoke, is all I can see. But it's not hurting my lungs, I am perfectly able to breathe, it's just an ache at the back of my throat that is burning. I feel some kind of liquid at the back of my neck crippling down under my dress.
Maybe it's sweat.
With my support, I stood up and lifted my leg to take a step forward, only to hear faint voices from my left. My head jerks back in that direction and I lean forward to hear.
Screams.
My whole body stilled as chills ran down my spine. A brutal scream echoes in the burning building. A scream of sorrow and pain. It is so gut-wrenching that my heart feels like someone crushed it under their foot.
What the fuck.
No.
My steps fastened, but a fear bloomed inside my chest, what if someone is hurt? I stride towards my left in a hurry, yet I kept my utmost attention to any hidden threat in this place.
