His Silence Her Storm
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"Siddharth..."
He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry.
"I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-"
His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us.
"You like the way they look at you, don't you?"
Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes.
His eyes looked dark and dangerous.
His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.
I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient.
..........
Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan.
Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her.
But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows.
Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew?
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