𝙋𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞 : His bride or substitute .

(#book-2 of PAKHI )

Pakhi's hoarse whispers trembled as she begged, "Please... it's too much. Five times in one night..." Her voice, already frail, strained under the weight of the pain. Bruised and battered from wounds left by X, Pakhi clung desperately to the last fragments of her strength. But as he loomed over her-the man who had forced her into marriage, trapping her in this nightmare-her resistance began to falter.

Her attempts to push him away faded slowly, her will to fight slipping away as exhaustion overtook her. Tears, once endless, had long since dried, leaving only an empty, aching surrender.

When he finally pulled back, he leaned in close, his breath cold against her ear as he whispered, each word dripping with contempt. "You will pay for every mark on my brother's body." His voice was sharp and unyielding. "Once a prostitute, always a prostitute, hmm? But now, with the title of wife, you're my mistress." His words stung like a fresh wound. "I'll show you exactly how a mistress should be treated."

And with that, he left, leaving her shattered and alone in the suffocating darkness.