SILENCE

SILENCE

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The you day were born all you could feel is dullness,everything has sound and everyone are noisy,but all you can hear is silence. You're just an ordinary human who lives in tranquillity,a feminine physique and mediocre face. Everything are almost fine but why does everybody seems always look at you?Then laugh, after they whispers with maladorous smirk. You know something is wrong with you,oftentimes you just bow down your head and ignore their mocking eyes. you cannot talk back you are unable to defend yourself becuase you're afraid to open your mouth and afterall you can't hear them. But what will happen in your quite yet noisy life if you witnessed something really fiendish and terrifying event,a lot of cruor everywhere and a dead cold body is lying just beneath your silhoutte. You're the only person in that cold abandoned street with unknown corpse. What will you do? Will you stay quite and forget everything?or you will change your ways and start to speak and report the incident to the police and state everything you saw, without a sound?
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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