Shadows Of Deception || 18+

Wetness

AISHA

I sit in my room, my eyes fixed on some unknown point on the wall. My mind is a jumble of thoughts, memories, and emotions.

The past few days feel like a blur, yet every moment is etched in my memory like a scar.

I remember the way Aryan's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he dragged me to his bedroom just because I wore that pendant.

The way he forcefully kissed me, ignoring my struggles and tears.

My parents were furious and they called off the wedding immediately. But for me, it's not that simple. The wound runs deeper. I feel like a part of me has been ripped away, leaving me vulnerable and scared.

I'm lost in my thoughts, unsure of how to escape this prison of memories. I'm trapped, reliving that day over and over again. I'm searching for a way out, but it's hard to find when the memories are so vivid, so real.

I'm not sure who I am anymore. The strong, independent Aisha feels like a distant memory. Or maybe I was never strong.

I'm just a shadow of my former self, trying to make sense of what happened.

It was an arrangement, a convenient alliance. But for Aryan, I was an obsession. A possession to claim, control, and dominate.

He craved power over me, not love.
I was blinded by the facade of a perfect match. Our families' expectations, the societal pressure.

Now, I see the truth. He never loved me; I was his fixation. And I?

I was trapped, suffocating under his grasp.No love, just a toxic bond.Relief washed over me, mixed with fear.

Fear of what he'd do next.

Fear of his obsession turning violent.

I'm trapped in this whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to feel. A part of me hates Aryan for what he did, for the way he treated me like an object, a possession. But another part of me....

I don't want to admit it, even to myself. But the truth is, I've always been drawn to Aryan. His charisma, his confidence, his piercing eyes... they all captivate me.

And even though I hate him, even though I'm scared of him, my body betrays me. I crave his touch, his kiss, his caress. It's like my body is wired to respond to him, no matter how much my mind rebels.

I remember the way he kissed me, the way his lips devoured mine. It was like a spark of electricity had passed between us, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

But I hate myself for feeling this way. I hate myself for being weak, for being attracted to someone who treats me like dirt.

I'm torn between my desire for Aryan and my hatred for what he's done to me. I don't know how to reconcile these two conflicting emotions, or how to escape this toxic cycle of attraction and repulsion.

I was lost in my thoughts, I can feel the familiar tug of attraction, like a moth drawn to a flame.

It's infuriating, because I know I shouldn't feel this way. I should be angry, not aroused.

But my body doesn't seem to care about what my mind thinks. It responds to Aryan's presence, his touch, his kiss. It's like I'm trapped in some kind of twisted fantasy, where I'm both the victim and the willing participant.

I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. I need to focus on the present, not get caught up in these toxic feelings. I need to remember that Aryan is bad news, that he's hurt me in ways I never thought possible.