𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
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Bastard.
Fucker.
Shameless.
Ugh. Every curse word I can think of feels insufficient when it comes to him.
Maybe I should invent a new one, one that perfectly captures the bastardness and pervertness of Ekaksh fucking Rathore.
How could he? How could he do that in front of everyone? Even in private, it's unacceptable, but this? This was a whole new level. His tongue has clearly grown wings now. That day, he shoved it in my-no, never mind. Just thinking about it is disgusting. Crazy. Absolutely crazy.
Maybe I should kill him, steal all this gold and diamond jewelry I'm wearing, and run away. I could live peacefully for fifty years.
Lost in my muttered threats, I didn't notice Avyaan until he walked past me.
"What are you mumbling while storming off so fast, Bhabhi?"
"Tare bhai nu gali de rahi chu."
(I'm cursing your brother.)
Avyaan chuckled.
"Why? You enjoyed it too, don't lie." He whistled and ran off before I could throw something at him.
"Kamine bada bhai no kamine chhoto bhai." (Bastard's elder brother's bastard younger brother.)
I muttered under my breath, fuming.
I didn't want to see Ekaksh, let alone talk to him. But before I could disappear, Dadi's voice rang through the air.
"SHANAYA"
No. No, no, no. Mujhe cry aa raha hai. (Cry is coming to me)
Muffling down my frustration, I forced a smile and shouted back,
"Coming!"
We all gathered in the living area to make til gud laddu, Me, Myra, his mother, and his Dadi sat on a floor mat, rolling the warm mixture into round sweets.
Hmm, budhiya ke ghutno me dam to hai, yaha to mere dard hone lage.
(Hmm, old hag has much strength in her knees here mine are hurting)
