Anum's heart raced, gripped by a profound sense of terror, as fear coursed through her veins, leaving her visibly shaken. Sweat beads appeared on her forehead.
She attempted to tug at her restraints to break free, yet winced in agony as the chains left bruises on her wrists.
"Neeche utarne ke lye konsa paun uthaya pehle?" Irtaza asked her. His back was turned towards Anum, she was unable to see what he was doing. (Which foot did you use first to step downstairs?)
Silenced by fear, she remained hushed, her voice subdued under the oppressive weight of terror. She could feel a tight knot in her stomach.
As he turned around, her breath caught in her throat, her gaze ensnared by the ominous sight of the glowing iron rod clutched in his hand, radiating an intense heat that seemed to mirror the fear pulsating within her.
Her breaths became deeper and harder to take when he inched towards her. Tears rolled down her face, her body shaking with fear. Each step he took seemed to intensify her trembling, as if her whole being was consumed by terror.
VC ahead. (ink)
"Nahi batayegi. Okay. Dono paun hi sahi." (You won't tell. Okay. Then I choose both feet.)
VC has been trimmed. (Ink)
Her throat had become parched and raw from the ceaseless barrage of screams and tears that had escaped her lips.
Irtaza tossed the flogger and unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it somewhere on the floor while walking towards the table.
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RomancePrologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she...
