The story begins where the movie *Shershaah* left us all-at the poignant end of a hero's journey. But in this imagined continuation, the narrative doesn't close with loss; instead, it opens a new chapter beyond the heartbreak, beyond the tears, and beyond what fate had in store. This fanfiction dares to explore *what could have been*, weaving a story of love, longing, and the power of memories that transcend time.
In this reimagined world, Dimple holds onto Vikram's spirit in more ways than one, as she faces life with the strength he left behind. Could his presence linger in ways we never thought possible? Could there be an afterlife where love and duty still intertwine? This story takes you on a journey of how the bond between Dimple and Vikram as Dia & Samar continues, even after the curtain falls on the real events.
Through the author's lens, explore a new direction for their story-one filled with hope, unspoken words, and the kind of love that could have defied reality.
*Special Message to the Readers:*
Dear readers, I've written this story for those of us who couldn't let go of the ending we saw in *Shershaah*. While the movie was a beautiful tribute to bravery, there was always a part of me that wished we could see more, feel more, and imagine a different path. I hope you find this continuation as emotional and meaningful as I did while writing it. Your feedback, comments, and support mean the world to me, and I'm eager to hear how this story resonates with you. Let's dive into this alternate world together and keep their story alive in our hearts.
With gratitude,
Shayra
Professor's Dark Desire
[18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3
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"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....