Her Nightmare

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P A R I N I D H I

For the past thirty minutes, Devansh had been driving, his grip on the steering wheel unrelenting, knuckles white with tension.

The silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the steady hum of the engine.

I sat rigid in my seat, every instinct screaming at me to run, though I knew there was no escape.

The road stretched ahead, growing darker with each passing mile.

My pulse quickened as we crossed the first towering gate, then another, and another.

Each time, Devansh muttered a code, the gates creaked open, revealing dim, flickering lights beyond.

This wasn't just a club. The ominous air surrounding the place screamed danger.

As we neared, I saw women in revealing dresses stepping into sleek cars with men who wore power like a second skin. Their eyes were hollow, their smiles brittle.

The car jolted to a stop, the tires screeching loudly against the pavement.

My body pitched forward, my head striking the dashboard. I winced, reaching up to touch the growing ache.

Before I could gather myself, Devansh yanked my door open, his hand locking around my wrist like a shackle.

I stumbled as he pulled me out, my legs weak beneath me. His grip tightened as he dragged me toward the building's entrance.

"Devansh, please," I begged, my voice trembling. "I'm your wife. You can't do this to me. Punish me however you want, but not this. Please!"

My words fell on deaf ears. His pace didn't falter, his grip unyielding.

Desperation clawed at me as I fought to free myself, pulling back with all my strength. When that failed, I sank my teeth into his hand, biting down with everything I had.

He didn't even flinch. Instead, he turned to me with a chilling smile. "Save your energy, my lovely wife," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "Inside, you'll need it more than ever."

Fear constricted my chest, making it hard to breathe. Tears blurred my vision as we crossed the threshold into the club.

The scene inside was worse than anything I could have imagined.

Dim lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating women spinning on poles, their bodies moving to the heavy bass of the music.

Men lounged in leather chairs, their eyes predatory as they sipped expensive liquor. Others crowded close to the dancers, their hands wandering freely.

The air was thick with smoke and something darker, something vile.

My stomach churned as Devansh leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.

"You thought I couldn't break you further?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Tonight, I'll shatter every piece of you."

His words pierced through the noise, sinking into me like daggers.

My legs felt weak, and tears streamed down my face as I took in the horrifying reality of where I was—and what was about to happen.

Two towering bouncers approached. Devansh gestured toward me with a casual wave.

"No!" I screamed, clutching his coat with trembling hands. "Devansh, please! I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't do this. Please!"

He didn't even spare me a glance as the bouncers pulled me away. My grip on his coat slipped as I was dragged through the crowd, my screams swallowed by the deafening music.