Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?"
Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?"
Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his e...
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In a world where love was a fragile illusion and trust a dangerous gamble, she wandered through the shadows, searching for light that might never come... but in the darkest corners, the strongest hearts are forged.
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I turned my gaze back to her, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Stand up, sweetheart," I said, my tone deceptively gentle.
She tried to stand, using the door for support, but her legs wobbled under her. I watched her struggle for a moment before deciding to step in. I crossed the room in a few strides, grabbing her arm to help her up. Her skin was warm, almost feverish, under my touch. I locked the door behind us as I led her to the bed, guiding her to sit down while I moved to the sofa, lighting a cigar.
"So, how did you end up here, sweetheart?" I asked, taking a slow drag from the cigar and exhaling the smoke in a lazy curl.
She didn't answer immediately, just sat there clutching her head as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.
"Water..." she muttered, her voice barely audible as she glanced around the room, her eyes struggling to focus.
"So, you're thirsty," I mused, leaning back into the sofa. The corners of my mouth twitched into a smirk as I watched her, my eyes tracing her every movement.
"Hm," she nodded weakly.
"Come to me, sweetheart. I'll quench your thirst," I said, my voice dripping with suggestion, enjoying the power I had over her.
Slowly, she rose from the bed, her steps unsteady as she approached me. When she was close enough, I set the cigar down in the ashtray and reached out, pulling her onto my lap. Her body was soft and pliant against mine.
I could feel her heartbeat quickening, her pulse thrumming beneath the delicate skin of her wrist where I held her. There was something almost... innocent about the way she was reacting, despite the situation. It was both amusing and arousing.
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