17 parts Ongoing MatureIn the changing room, Danish cornered Banhi, pulling her dupatta off her chest & hung it around his neck as she crossed her arms over her chest.
He smirked, his eyes raking over her with a predatory gleam. "Ab yeh suit utar do, Banhi," he commanded , his tone dripping with malice. Banhi shook as she reached for the edge of the suit, feeling humiliation.
With trembling fingers, she slowly slid the fabric off her shoulders, the rich material pooling at her feet. Banhi stood in her delicate bra & panties.
Danish approached her slowly, running a finger along the curve of her shoulder, down her arm, sending shivers down her spine.
He reached out a hand to touch her face, but Banhi flinched away. "Please, Danish, don't do this," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Danish chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Banhi's spine. "Oh, but I must teach you a lesson, my dear Banhi," he said, his voice low & dangerous. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her wrist & pulled her closer to him.
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In the heart of India, amidst the chaos of the bustling city, there was a love story brewing. A love story that would spiral into darkness, obsession, & possession.
Banhi, with her sparkling eyes & infectious laughter, was a beacon of light in Danish's mundane life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was captivated, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"Banhi, tum meri ho. Sirf meri," Danish would whisper to her, his eyes blazing with possessiveness, his grip on her tightening with each passing day.
As Banhi tried to distance herself from him, Danish's obsession only grew. He would follow her everywhere, his eyes always on her, his presence a constant reminder of his growing madness.
Little did Banhi know, she was falling into oblivion, into a world where love turned into obsession, & possession became a dangerous game.
