He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Life has always been a master of deception, weaving lies so intricately that we mistake them for truth. And among the cruelest of them is the belief that a supreme power—one we call God—guides us. But he doesn’t guide; he merely watches, pretending to hold the reins while chaos devours us whole.
The past never truly fades; it lurks in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. When it returns, it does so mercilessly, like a storm tearing through everything in its path, leaving only the wreckage of old wounds and forgotten nightmares.
And today, I stand in the eye of that storm.
Every emotion I buried as an eighteen-year-old girl is clawing its way back to the surface, dragging me into the darkness I fought so hard to escape. The feeling of being trapped, of existing merely as a puppet under a monster’s command, returns with brutal clarity. I can still see her—the girl I used to be—sitting in that suffocating room, her body frozen in fear, her soul screaming in agony. Silent tears traced paths down her cheeks, her every plea falling on deaf ears, swallowed by the void.
And here I am again, reliving it all, like a broken record playing on repeat—except this time, the so-called God doesn’t even pretend to listen.
Shivam's fingers twisted painfully into my hair, yanking my face up from the cold, unforgiving ground. His breath was hot against my skin as he leaned in, his dark eyes gleaming with something far more sinister than just madness.
He inhaled deeply, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "The same scent…" he murmured, his voice dripping with eerie satisfaction. "The same scent that still drives me crazy. Look what you've done to me, baby sister."
A shiver crawled down my spine, bile rising in my throat as his grip tightened. His words slithered into my ears like venom, poisoning every corner of my mind with terror.
And he started grinding himself I can feel his boner on my lower back. I wish I could chop this little piece and feed it to vultures.
That's all I’ve ever done—wish.
All my life, I have only wished.
Wished to be a great daughter. Wished to be a great lover. Wished to be a fighter.
