"I'm just a disposable toy to you, a whore, a convenient substitute until she returns. I sacrificed everything for you, even our innocent baby, only to realize I was merely a stand-in until she reclaimed her place. Was our love ever genuine, or was I simply a pawn in your twisted game?"
She screamed, her cries echoed through the room, tears cascading down her cheeks like a torrent, her anguish palpable, her spirit shattered.
Anger boiled within me, a raging inferno fueled not by her, but by her audacity. I fisted her hair, yanking her violently closer until there was no space between us.
"You dare to call yourself 'just a disposable toy'?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "You think you're just a whore? Let me show you exactly how I treat my whores." She froze, realizing the gravity of the situation. Her lips quivered with fear as I tightened my grip, the pain evident in her eyes.
"A replacement, huh?" I hissed against her lips, our gazes locked in a battle of wills. "This is all because of that damn baby, isn't it?" My fury intensified, and with a shove, I sent her crashing into the study room table. She stumbled, but I showed no mercy, closing in on her with purposeful strides.
"I'll give you back that damn thing, and then there'll be no running from me-then you'll realize there's no escaping me. Not now. Not ever." With relentless force, I imprisoned her between the table and my unyielding embrace, making it clear who was in control.
My hands slipped under her dress, claiming what's rightfully mine. With a swift motion, I unfastened my belt, driven by an insatiable urge and with an animalistic speed thrusted deep into her, consumed by raw desire.
It was time for her to learn her place, to understand that she belonged to me and me alone. I vowed, in that moment of unbridled passion, that I would stop at nothing to ensure she remained mine-bound to me in both body and soul.
He grabbed her by hands and pulled her to the side in swift motion.
"What the h-", he placed his fingers on her lips silencing her squeal. She stared at him in shock, her eyes a whirlwind of emotions.
"Before you say something else, I need to know how does it feel, to be pulled like you always do with me? And unlike you, I didn't even use much power." He smirked.
"Let me guess? You were thinking of doing the same." He said with a chuckle and she rolled her eyes.
"Beware," he whispered, "For one day it will get stuck over there if you keep on doing that."
He pulls her close and she gasps. Her hands on his chest. She looks at him with an angry surprise. He couldn't help himself but smirk and she wanted nothing more than to punch that smirk off his handsome face.
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"I know that the moment you saw me enter, you wanted to kick me out. But unfortunately your mom was around and you couldn't fullfill your heart's desires. But she isn't here now, so why don't you give it a try sweetheart?" He said, mocking her.
"What do you want from me?" She asked through gritted teeth.
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The mistakes she made replayed in her mind, she lifted her dress till knees and ran towards the wedding venue, with tears running down her eyes.
"The wedding's completed." Announced the priest.
"Congratulations Mrs. Khurrana." He chirped, mocking her in his win.
The bride's eyes met the teary eyes of her, the bride could see the pain in woman's eyes. He saw her broken and then looked at his Bride.
"You're next." whispered the bride in his ears, he felt a chill along his spine hearing her threat.
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"I'm Never Yours!" She said and that's when he realised she never was.
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