The next morning, Sitara awoke with a heavy heart. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind, and she felt trapped in a nightmare. As she went about her duties, she tried to push her worries aside, but it was impossible to ignore the weight of Gagan's demands.
Gagan, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the confrontation. He went about his day with his usual arrogance, his cold demeanor unyielding. When the evening arrived, he called for Sitara again, and she knew she had no choice but to comply.
She did as she was told, her hands trembling slightly. Gagan turned his chair to face her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.
Gagan: "Come here."
She walked slowly towards him, her steps hesitant. Gagan's gaze was intense, and she felt like he could see right through her.
Gagan stood from his seat, his eyes dark and menacing, as he approached Sitara. She stood rooted to the spot, fear and anticipation battling within her. He stopped in front of her, his presence overwhelming, and began to touch her inappropriately, his hands roaming where they shouldn't.
Gagan: (smirking) "You think you can escape me, Sitara? Think again."
Sitara felt her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to push him away, but his grip was strong. He leaned in, attempting to kiss her, but she turned her head away, tears forming in her eyes.
Sitara: (pleading) "Please, sir, don't do this. Don't play with my heart. It can't take it anymore. My love for you is slowly turning into hate."
Gagan paused, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. Her words seemed to hit a nerve, and for a moment, he hesitated.
Sitara: (voice trembling) "Please, sir, have some dignity and self-respect. I am not a toy. Realize that I am also a human. You are going to marry Priya, ma'am, but now you are forcing me. What does it mean? And also, you hate me, right?"
Gagan's expression darkened, a flicker of something unrecognizable passing through his eyes. He released her abruptly, taking a step back. His jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain control.
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