𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝟑𝟎. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 , 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

To all my readers who enjoy "ahem ahem scenes", I've written a short erotic American mafia X Indian baker er😈tic romance, which is complete with only 16 chapters.

You can check it out on Inkit and Scrollstack,I really hope you're going to love it ( It has a lot of ahem ahem sceenes as well as comedy and my favourite microtrope ~ Mafia having exotic animals as pet )

Now, before we dive into this chapter, let me warn you, it's a heavy emotional one.

I'm not sure if I've met your expectations because I myself was deeply disturbed while writing it, especially after watching the movie Amaran. ( Agar mistakes nikle toh maaf krdena cuties)

(And yes, I absolutely loved that movie😭 If you've seen it too, let me know)

AUTHOR'S POV

He didn't know what to do. His mind felt blank, his body trembling with fear as he rushed to her, collapsing onto his knees.

Gripping her lifeless frame, he pulled her into his arms, his voice cracking with desperation. "Ritu, wake up! Please!" he pleaded, but there was no response.

His hands moved frantically, searching for a pulse, and a wave of relief washed over him when he found a faint beat.

But the sight of her blood, so much blood we scared the hell out of him .

Around him, people began to gather, their murmurs creating a haze of noise that only deepened his panic.

Without thinking, he clutched her tightly and stood, his legs trembling .

He ran to the side of the road which was clear and some vehicles were moving .

"Please! Please help us!" he screamed, waving his arms frantically. an auto-rickshaw driver slowed down and stopped.

"Sir, please take us to the hospital!" he begged, his voice desperate and strained.

The driver nodded, and he climbed in, holding her as though his grip alone could keep her alive.

"Ritu, Ritu, please! Open your eyes!" His shaking hand gently tapped her pale face, his voice breaking with every word.

He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it firmly against her wound, trying to stop the flow of blood.

For a moment, her eyelids fluttered, and a weak gaze met his. But it was fleeting.

"Ritu, no! Don't close your eyes," he begged again, his voice trembling. "Stay with me, okay? I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."

Her lips moved faintly, as though trying to form words, but no sound emerged.

The sight broke him further, his heart thudding in his chest. "Hold on, Amor. Just hold on. We're almost there," he whispered.

Her blood stained his hands, and had soaked through her dress, the sight almost unbearable.

His voice cracked again as he spoke, tears streaming down his face. "Rit...Rituuu. Please, my love, don't close your eyes. Please..."

His voice faltered, his desperation giving way to a trembling attempt to keep her conscious. "Let me... let me tell you a story. Okay don't close ."

" So .." he started getting hiccups but ignoring that he began his story " there was this boy who was always happy but suddenly aa large cyclone came in his life and the sunshine boy got abused and mistreated ."

He closed his eyes and took a deep br ath and continued his story "he thought his life was not worth living. So , he almost ended his life but then his parents came into view so he couldn't do that.