Ival_Nidhi_Writes
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For Leela, touch is not just a thing, but it's her vision, her life. From identifying something to visualising a human being, everything comes with a touch.
For her, it's her eyes. For the one she lost, she had received a skill like a bargain... she could sculpt anything and everything.
Sculpting is not new for her, it's in her blood, her father a great and well-known sculptor of Mahismati same as her grandfather and all of her ancestors probably. But none like her, as she can't see the thing through her eyes but through her mind with her touch.
For Bhalla, touch is not an option; He is a prince, untouchable, never lowered to the level of those beneath him.
But what happens when a sculptor blinds the faith he carried for so long, only to invoke something much more powerful, the hunger... not just any hunger, but the one that wants to ravish and ruin the perfectly imperfect little lamb before him.
The one who dared to touch him. And now he doesn't dare to let go before he ruins her for anyone.