Demon's Physco obsession

Guest or Ghost

Mere rang mein rangne wali
Pari o ya parion ki rani
Ya woh meri prem kahani
Mere sawaalon ka jawab do
Do na.......

Adhiraaj gritted his teeth as he forcefully pulled Ankita's hair, causing her neck to jerk upwards. A prominent red mark on her neck was visible due to her oversized T-shirt. Ankita's hands were tied behind her back and her ankle was chained to the bed. With his head resting on Ankita's neck, Adhiraaj sang in a dark, hoarse voice, causing Ankita to squirm in fear.

Two days ago, Ankita tried to escape from school but was apprehended by Adhiraaj. He then dragged her to the basement and chained her to the bed in one of his cells, where he would occasionally rest while overseeing the trafficking of drugs and weapons.

He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, positioning himself above her as he took off his shirt. Ankita attempted to move away, but he pulled her towards him and aggressively attacked her neck.

"Please let me go," Ankita pleaded through the pain as he began biting her neck.

"Let you go?" he responded, kissing her breast after forcefully exposing it by pulling down her shirt. He then squeezed her breast, causing her to cry out in pain before giving her a menacing look that made her tremble in fear. "Why should I let you go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You are a killer," she murmured, shaking with dread at the thought of being killed for telling the truth. In response, she was met with a loud, ominous laugh.

"I strongly dislike you. I detest...," "Detest is a strong word, my dear. Make sure you understand its weight before using it," he cut in, grabbing her face. His eyes widened with yearning as he gazed at her quivering lips.

"Damnit," he grumbled, then kissed her forcefully before abruptly pulling back.

"Learn to reciprocate my kisses, little one," he commanded, gripping her cheeks tightly. "You will soon be my wife. Try not to resist my advances, for goodness' sake," he squeezed her cheeks more forcefully, causing her to cry out in pain.

"He's nothing like you," Ankita said, attempting to remove his hand from her cheeks by shaking her head. Adhiraaj let go of her, but his jaw clenched in anger. Despite his fury, he hid his emotions behind a smirk.

"He never touches me the way you do," she continued as Adhiraaj looked at his phone with a twisted smile. Moving closer to her, she flinched, only to relax as he untied the ribbon binding her hands.

"Is that right, butterfly?" he whispered seductively in her ear before pulling her onto his lap. "Let's watch a movie, my dear," he said, pressing a button on his phone that projected CCTV footage onto the wall. He selected a screen to watch.

Ankita was horrified to witness a group of men assaulting Nandan. She observed as one person bent down and pulled Nandan's hair, making him face them. "Speak up, boy, or the Rakshasas will come," the individual threatened. Ankita stood frozen as she saw Nandan's battered body, covered in cuts and blood, wearing only his boxers.

"Please have mercy, Sir. I committed sins unknowingly," Nandan pleaded, leaving Ankita bewildered and wide-eyed. "I was in desperate need of money, but my savings were not enough for the lifestyle I desired. I turned to illegal means, even attempting to sell a girl. I thought I could easily deceive her since she trusted me, but I failed twice. I did not anticipate how protective the Sir would be of her."

"You are worse than him," she sneered, causing him to laugh loudly. "If not today, then tomorrow you will force me into that brothel," she muttered angrily.

"Heh," he sighed. "If I wanted that, I wouldn't have waited until our wedding to fuck you," he said casually, pushing her hair away from her face. Tears fell silently from her eyes as she stared at the wall, too drained to argue. She wasn't sure who she could trust anymore, as both seemed equally deceitful to her. "I understand you don't trust me. But trust isn't necessary. We have a lifetime together. Eventually, you'll trust me with everything," he said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.