𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖓 | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs| 18+

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This is the moment of reckoning, the point of no return. Niyati's world has been shattered, her trust broken. The scene before her is one she cannot unsee, a betrayal that cuts deep.

Niyati stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. For a few minutes, she was paralyzed, unable to move or process what she was seeing. She stumbled backward, her mind reeling in shock. She closed her eyes, hoping it was just a bad dream, but when she opened them again, the scene remained the same.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she gazed at Ansh, the man she loved, sitting on the couch with another girl. The girl, nearly naked, was grinding on his lap, her hands exploring his body. Ansh's hands roamed her waist, and then he pulled her into a passionate, lustful kiss.

Niyati's heart shattered into a million pieces as she witnessed the betrayal. Her world crumbled around her, leaving her breathless and numb. The sound of her heart breaking echoed in her mind, a reminder that things would never be the same again.

Niyati stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. A thousand questions swirled in her mind, but she pushed them aside for now. With a determined stride, she marched towards Ansh and the girl, her heart heavy with hurt and anger. How dare he cheat on her? Betrayal was the one thing she couldn't tolerate, and being betrayed by the person she trusted the most filled her with a fierce rage.

She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. But she refused to let her emotions get the better of her. Not yet. She needed answers, and she needed them now. Niyati's eyes narrowed as she approached the pair, her mind racing with thoughts of confrontation and retribution. She would not let this betrayal slide.

Ansh was still reeling from the punch when he hit the floor. The blow brought him back to reality. He stood up, ready to retaliate, but his eyes locked onto Niyati, and his anger shifted gears. Seeing her at the strip club, dressed in a revealing outfit, filled him with rage.

He stormed over to her, grabbing her arms and making eye contact. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled. "What are you wearing? Do you even know what kind of place this is? Do you want to show off your body to everyone?"

Niyati's anger boiled over as she grabbed the wine bottle from the table and smashed it into Ansh's head. The glass shattered on impact, and Ansh stumbled backward, stunned.

Next, Niyati turned to the girl, her grip tightening around the girl's arm as she yanked her up and flung her backward. The girl crashed into a nearby clubber, who stumbled to catch her.

Niyati's eyes blazed with fury as she grasped Ansh's collar, jerking him to his feet. The commotion drew the attention of the entire club, the music screeching to a halt. Dancers stopped mid-move, and patrons gathered around the scene, their faces filled with shock and curiosity.

The club manager rushed over, trying to intervene, but Niyati's grip on Ansh remained unyielding. "You're going to regret this, Ansh," she hissed, her voice low and menacing, as the crowd around them grew larger, sensing a dramatic confrontation unfolding.

Ansh's high-pitched shout didn't intimidate Niyati; instead, she found it almost laughable. How dare he question her when he was caught red-handed with another girl? The hypocrisy was staggering.

Niyati's amusement turned to disgust as she recalled his touch. Her eyes blazed with fury, turning completely red with anger. She felt an adrenaline rush coursing through her veins.

With a fierce cry, she fisted her hand and pushed him away with full force. Then, she slapped him hard on the cheek, the sound echoing through the club. The force of the slap would surely leave bruises tomorrow.