𝐃𝐫.𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧;𝟑𝟏
A powerful and dominating man, a successful owner of the most prestigious &expensive coaching centers. He is known for his aggressive, no-nonsense attitude, and lives alone in a lavish mansion across fr...
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𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥
As we made our way to Shruti's BMW, I finally began to break down, telling her everything-every sickening detail, every fear, and every moment of helplessness.
My voice trembled as I recounted how Atharv had cornered me, how he'd blackmailed me with that horrible photo.
Shruti stayed silent, gripping the steering wheel tighter with each word I spoke. Her eyes blazed with anger, the fury rolling off her in waves.
"I'm going to kill that bastard. How dare he hurt my baby!" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage.
I could only shake my head, my whole body shaking. "Shruti, I feel... so disgusted," I whispered, my voice cracking as the tears I'd held back for so long finally spilled over. I broke down completely, my body collapsing in on itself as I let out the sobs I'd been choking back.
Shruti reached over and held my hand, squeezing it tightly. "Oh baby, please. You're my strong girl. I promise you, just give me time-I'll fix everything," she said, her voice fierce with conviction.
And I believed her. I knew she could. Shruti wasn't just my best friend, she was the daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in the city. Her father had excellent ties with my dad.
Later that day, it was nearing dinner time. I hadn't left my room since I got home. I sat on the floor against the bed, my back pressed against the hard surface, and my knees pulled up to my chest.
My eyes were swollen from crying, the whites of them tinged with red. I hadn't spoken to anyone. I didn't want to. I'd locked myself in here and cried until I felt hollow.
"AAAnnchuu!" I sneezed, the sound echoing in the silence of my room. I'd taken five showers by now, scrubbing my skin until it was raw, trying to wash off Atharv's disgusting touch.
But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't remove the filth he had left.
I glanced at my phone and saw a flurry of missed calls-99+ from Shruti, 99+ from Raj,
Oh shit.
And 69 missed calls from an unknown number.
Who could that be?
I was just about to call the unknown number when-
"Anyaa!" My mom's voice echoed from downstairs.
"Anya, bacha, dinner is ready. Come down and eat!" she called again.
A soft knock followed. "Ma'am, dinner has been served," the maid said through the door.
I sighed, feeling the pressure of expectation weighing down on me. If I didn't show up, my parents would know something was wrong.
