Make You Mine

1. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓷

KIARA SHARMA POV -

How does a middle school girl, whose father is a drunkard and a gambler, end up choosing a path as dark yet seemingly safe as OnlyFans? I often pondered this question, especially on nights when the weight of my choices felt particularly heavy.

My father, once a promising engineer, succumbed to the vices of alcohol and gambling. The debts piled up, and our family’s modest savings dwindled. College fees were a distant dream, and I had to fend for myself. Desperation led me to OnlyFans, a platform that promised financial freedom but came with its own set of chains.

Growing up in a modest home in Kolkata, my childhood was a mix of fleeting joys and lingering hardships. My mother worked tirelessly as a nurse, often pulling double shifts to keep food on the table. My grandmother, a gentle soul with a heart full of stories, was my constant companion. She would often tell me tales of my grandfather, Alex Marquees, a man of great wisdom and strength. His passing had left a void in our lives, one that my father’s descent into addiction only deepened.

In school, I was an average student, more interested in daydreaming and writing stories than in my textbooks. My best friend, Xuan, was my partner in crime. We would spend hours imagining fantastical worlds and crafting elaborate narratives. But as we grew older, the harsh realities of life began to creep in. Xuan moved away, and I was left to navigate the turbulent waters of adolescence alone.

My father’s gambling debts became a noose around our necks. The constant visits from debt collectors, the threats, and the shame were unbearable. When it came time for college, there was no money left. I was determined to get an education, to break free from the cycle of poverty and despair. That’s when I discovered OnlyFans.

At first, it seemed like a lifeline. The money was good, and I could work from the safety of my home. But the demands of maintaining an online persona were relentless. The pressure to produce content, to engage with subscribers, and to keep up appearances was suffocating. Yet, I pushed on, driven by the need to secure my future.

In university, I found solace in my studies and a fleeting romance with Professor Manish Sharma. Manish, with his intellectual charm and seemingly genuine interest in me, became a beacon of hope. He was everything I had ever wanted—smart, kind, and attentive. But that hope was shattered when I discovered his affair with the college pornstar. The betrayal plunged me into a deep depression, isolating myself from the world.

It was during this dark period that I met Rukmini, a fellow OnlyFans creator. Rukmini’s vibrant personality and shared experiences provided a lifeline. She was bold, unapologetic, and fiercely independent. We bonded over our shared struggles and the unique challenges of our chosen path. Yet, even with Rukmini’s support, the demands of maintaining my online persona began to suffocate me.

One evening, as I crafted a tantalizing caption for my latest post, my thoughts were interrupted by a notification. My OnlyFans profile, once a liberating escape, now felt like a prison. The constant pressure to produce content and the relentless scrutiny were taking their toll.

"Another day, another dollar," I whispered, posting the update. My phone buzzed with notifications, but instead of excitement, I felt a sinking dread. I was losing myself in this virtual world.

A knock on the door broke my reverie. Rukmini breezed in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. "Hey, girl! How's life in the fast lane?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I shrugged, accepting the coffee. "Just trying to stay afloat."

Rukmini’s eyes narrowed. "You know you can quit. You don't need this."

My smile was tinged with sadness. "I need the money, Ruku. And besides, it's not that simple."

The unspoken truth hung between us: my past trauma had driven me to the online world, seeking control and validation.

As we chatted, my phone buzzed again. An unknown number flashed on the screen. "Unknown number," I murmured, hesitating.

Rukmini’s brow furrowed. "Don't answer it."

My curiosity got the better of me. I answered, my voice cautious. "Kiara Sharma?"

The deep, smooth voice sent shivers down my spine. "Who is this?"

"Agastya Malhotra. We need to meet."

My instincts screamed warning, but Agastya’s words dripped with confidence, drawing me in. "What's this about, Mr. Malhotra?"

"I'll make it worth your while, Kiara. Meet me at the Taj Mahal Palace at 8 pm."

The line went dead. My mind reeled. Who was Agastya Malhotra, and what did he want?

Rukmini’s voice snapped me back to reality. "Kiara, what's wrong?"

My eyes locked onto Rukmini’s. "I think my life is about to change."

My thoughts were a whirlwind as I prepared for the meeting. I chose a simple yet elegant dress, hoping to make a good impression without drawing too much attention.

My mind wandered back to my childhood, growing up in a modest home with my parents and grandmother. My grandfather, Alex Marquees, had been a pillar of strength and wisdom, but his passing had left a void in my life.

As I applied my makeup, memories of my past struggles surfaced. The financial hardships, the constant pressure to succeed, and the emotional scars from a toxic relationship had all shaped me into the resilient woman I was today. But the online world had offered me a semblance of control, a way to reclaim my identity and independence.

Rukmini’s voice broke through my reverie. "You look amazing, Kiara. Just be careful, okay?"

I nodded, my resolve firm. "I will, Ruku. I promise."

The drive to the Taj Mahal Palace was a blur. My heart pounded as I entered the opulent lobby, my eyes scanning the room for Agastya. I spotted him near the bar, his tall frame and confident demeanor impossible to miss.

"Kiara Sharma," he greeted me with a charming smile. "Thank you for coming."

"Mr. Malhotra," I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "What is this about?"

Agastya’s eyes twinkled with a mix of mystery and assurance. "I have a proposition for you, Kiara. One that could change your life."

I leaned in, curiosity piqued. "And what might that be?"

He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say, it's an opportunity to step out of the shadows and into the light."

- TO BE CONTINUED