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"Dur-dur hato tum... don't you dare touch me!" she hissed, her voice trembling with fury as she backed away.
A slow, dangerous smirk pulled at his lips, his dark eyes tracking her every move.
"Kyu? Ek achi biwi ka farz yahi hai ki vo apne shohar ke needs poore kare... Aur main kyu door hatu, jabki tum par mera poora haq hai?"
He kept advancing, pinning her with a predatory gaze.
Panicking, her hands scrambled blindly behind her, desperately searching for a weapon until her fingers wrapped around a heavy glass vase.
With a surge of adrenaline, she swung it, aiming straight for his head-but he caught her wrist mid-air with lethal, effortless ease.
His eyes turned pitch black with pure rage.
"Galti kardi tumne...
bhooke sher ko jaga kar,"
he growled, slamming her against the wall. Pinning her hands above her head, his grip turned to iron, and before she could even breathe,
he crashed his lips onto hers in a brutal, punishing kiss.