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Attraction
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Ongoing, First published Nov 18, 2023
Mature
"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. 
"You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. 
"Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered
"Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. 
His hands released his belt followed by ripping off of her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream
 ........
Roshanay, a simple girl, forced into prostitution, one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option than to marry him.

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In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.