83 parts Complete "I want to ask you something... Why did you buy a net and wired bra?"
Her eyes shot up, then dropped instantly.
" I liked it," she whispered, ignoring his piercing gaze.
" You're going to college, you don't need to wear that inside."
" Whatever why does it matter? Don't embarrass me. I'll choose what I want to wear, right?"
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Slap came harder, knocking her to the floor. Tears welled as she looked up at him, trembling.
"Who gave you permission to go to his house? If I tell you something, you follow it. This is my house. You live here, you listen to me. Can't you understand a simple thing?" he roared.
Roshni forced herself up, fire in her tear-filled eyes.
"Then stay in your house. I don't want to live here. Take everything you gave me!" She throw her bag, phone shoes and shirt at him.
Daksh's grip clamped around her arms. "What do you think you're doing?"
Before he could say more, her palm struck his cheek. The slap echoed in the open area. She shoved him back, turned on her heel, and stormed out.
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"Okay, daddy," she said innocently.
My eyes widened. Did she actually say that? "What?"
"Okay, daddy." She repeated the word with the straightest innocent face.
"Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Yeah
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"I'm not into pet play, Daddy," Roshni said suddenly.
Daksh looked with confusion flashing across his face. "Pet play?"
"Yes. You said I look like a puppy when you hold me like this. But I'm not into pet play."
"What is a pet play?" he asked, still frowning.
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Our eyes locked. He again slipped his hand his finger stayed a second long on my bud but he pulled his hand out immediately shaking his head.
Another chit
"I'm sorry," with a crying emoji.
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This story is between the college professor and his childhood sweetheart.
