He reached for my hand, and I stood before he could touch me. I pulled my backpack on my shoulder and made to leave, but he grasped me and pulled me back. "Stop running from me."
His hands were on my face, his thumbs running over my cheeks. I looked up into his grey eyes, those grey eyes that I loved so much. His breathing was steady as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He was so close that I could smell his deodorant. His hands trailed down my neck, over my shoulders and found their way to my own. Our fingers intertwined as he pulled me closer to him. We were barely an inch apart, and my heart was thudding wildly in my chest I feared that he would hear it.
"Stop running, Hayley." His hands made their way back to my face, and they were soon buried in my hair. I shut my eyes and reveled in the feeling, leaning ever so slightly into his arms.
"I can't," I whispered. I couldn't.
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Hayley Hunter, a young and powerful Hybrid, has finally learned about her true nature. As a descendant of the most powerful gods, she has but one choice: help them, or they destroy her. With powers beyond imagination, she struggles to reign control over them without the help of one simple amulet. The amulet that has the potential to overthrow the governing body of the world, and the power to protect all that is good.
With no other obvious choice, she embarks on her journey to retrieve her necklace so that she may come to peace with her own power, and so that she may protect those that she loves.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
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"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.