Shivanya : bound by betrayal
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This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones .
" How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers .
She was terrified beyond measure.
" W.what ? " She dared to ask .
He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? "
" A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd .
" Mhm ? " he hummed.
" M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly.
" You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears .
She froze.
" Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .
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