Let Me ....... Love You

Yashasvi stood by the window, her heart pounding. The weight of the day bore down on her, but it was the night she feared. The red chunri saree she wore felt suffocating, trapping her not just in fabric, but in a life she wasn't ready for.

The door clicked shut, and Yashasvi tensed. Nikhil entered, his presence filling the room. Dressed in a white kurta pyjama, his eyes darkened as they settled on her. Silence hung between them, heavy and ominous, before Nikhil began to approach her, his steps slow and deliberate.

"Yashasvi," he murmured, pulling her into his arms. Instead of comfort, Yashasvi felt a surge of fear. His embrace was possessive, his touch firm as he held her from behind.

"Don't..." she whispered, her voice shaking as she tried to pull away. But his grip only tightened.

"Shh," Nikhil breathed into her ear, his lips brushing her neck. What should have been tender felt like a violation. Panic gripped Yashasvi as she struggled to free herself.

"What are you so afraid of?" Nikhil asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm your husband. This is what we're supposed to do."

"No, not now... please, not like this," Yashasvi begged, her voice breaking. She took another step back, but her legs gave out as she hit the bed. Nikhil was on top of her in an instant, his weight pinning her down. The bed, once a symbol of marital bliss, now felt like a trap.

"It's my right, Yashasvi," Nikhil said coldly, any hint of tenderness gone. His hand slid beneath her saree, creeping up her thigh. "And tonight, I'll take what's mine."
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