HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT)
You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders
𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵
The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge cru...
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I slam the bottle down, the glass rattling on the table, but it's not enough. Nothing is. How could she do this to me?
I sat in the dim light of my soundproof room, the smoky haze swirling around me as I took another deep swig from my whisky glass, the burn a familiar comfort. My mind drifted to Ritika, the woman who had run away from our wedding, leaving me stranded at the altar.
I lit a cigarette, the ash falling into the chaos of my thought, while the haunting notes of "Bekhayali" from *Kabir Singh* filled the air.
🎵Bekhayali mein bhi tera hi khayal aaye🎵
🎶Kyun bichhadna hai zaroori ye sawaal aaye🎶
🎵Teri nazdeekiyon ki khushi behisaab thi🎵
🎶Hisse mein faasle bhi tere bemisaal aaye🎶
The music echoed in the silence.
Amplifying my heartache as memories of Ritika flooded back—her laughter, her smile, the way she had glanced at me, filled with love one moment and then gone the next.
🎶Hai ye tadpan, hai ye uljhan🎵
🎵Kaise jee loon bina tere🎶
🎶Meri ab sab se hai ann ban🎵
🎵Bante kyun ye Khuda mere🎶
In this moment of drunken solitude, I grappled with the betrayal and the emptiness left behind, the song weaving a poignant soundtrack to my despair.
After everything I gave her, everything I did for us—she just walked away, like it meant nothing.
I made her my whole life, put her first in everything, and this is what I get? Left at the altar like a joke, humiliated in front of everyone I know. It's like she ripped my heart out and didn't even bother to look back.
I keep trying to drown it out, but all I can see is BETRAYAL she gave me like she didn't care. She was supposed to be my forever, and now I've got nothing. Just this empty room, and this empty bottle of whiskey, and all this anger. It's suffocating.
