𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
I started updating early paid chapters again on scrollstack, well there's something wrong with this site, it's asking for subscription to keep on posting, for now I'm posting there via some jugad as long as i don't find another appropriate site.
So the next early update will soon be out there by tonight or tomorrow and as for Wattpad it will be out here after 3 days of the paid chapter release.
For the release the target is.
400 plus comments (on paras or dialogues preferably) and 750 plus votes.
And to whomever, who may not like this chapter and want the soft side always, then don't forget this story has the essence of dark romance.
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"Taiyar ho gayi app?" he asked.
Just some simple words.
But it felt like my breath had been ripped from my lungs. My nails dug into my wrist, gaze fluttering away from him, refusing to meet his. Everything we did last night, every single thing, rushed through me like a storm, leaving me dizzy, flushed, trembling.
And then, he started walking.
I gulped.
But he didn’t come to me.
He moved toward the vanity, picked something up, then turned back.
I bit my lower lip, eyes instantly falling to the floor, chest tightening with nerves.
Why was I like this?
Why was my heart racing like it would explode?
Why were my legs numb, hands shaking, lips trembling, thaat it's so damn hard to even look at him.
I can’t stand him. Can’t stand this.
He came to stand in front of me.
Too close.
Too damn close.
And then, he lifted my braid, gathering it with slow precision and placing it on my shoulder. My breath hitched at the soft drag of his fingers against my skin, eyes fluttering shut, lashes trembling.
Then, I felt it.
Something cold. Metallic.
He was making me wear something.
I didn’t even see what.
But every time his fingers grazed my neck, goosebumps surged across my skin. My voice abandoned me completely. His manly cologne wrapped around me, invaded my lungs, making me tremble even more, his shoulder brushed against mine as he leaned in to hook the chain, his warmth-too much-and I sat there, staring at the floor, fidgeting with my fingers like a fool.
