"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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कुछ तो लोग कहेंगे लोगों का काम है केहना
Past Age-4 Kainaat's POV
My knees touch the ground, harshly, I can feel the ripping of my skin. A shrieking pain shot through my legs to my upper body.
My stiff shoulders bent forward in helplessness, my wrists burned from the rope that's tied around them, I tried to open my eyes but all I could see was black, I could feel the knot on the back of my neck.
Cold wind slaps my face as I shiver. My school uniform is not enough to protect me from this cold room.
I tried to gulp but regretted it as soon as my throat cried for water. My knuckles turn white as I clutch my skirt tightly. I tried to take a deep breath, but a sob came from my throat.
Tears ran from my cheeks to my dried lips. Papa always asked me to not be scared, but this is scary, no matter how much I attempt to yank these ropes from me, all it does is burn my skin and new bruises appear on my wrists.
Tension rises in my stiff shoulders as I hear some footsteps, the knot forming inside my throat tightened as I endeavored to stand up, but my tied feet trembled, making me fall on my face.
Pain was all I could feel.
I can also feel something more. A feeling that I don't know how to explain. Something that can burn you from inside.
"What do we have to do with the girl?" A dark voice ranged in my ears. I felt as if someone poured cold water on me. My attempts to free myself died down when I heard his words.
My mother always told me to stay away from strangers. They are bad guys. She informed me that they will hurt me. They already are, I can feel the bruises on my forearm, from when they squeezed my arm, so I can shut up and not cry.
"Sell her." A groaning voice said.
I realized the feeling.
Terror.
Pure. Filthy Terror.
My father told me that the feeling of terror is unexplainable. I understand him now. He also promised me that he will never let me feel that, but I guess promises are meant to be broken.
Present
Every so often I wish that I was born in a Royal family, like Reyaansh is. So I would know the privileges that come with back, Reyaansh once told me that what, I think, are privileges, are actually his handcuffs.
I don't believe him.
He has power, which certainly isn't an obstacle.
He shared with me that it is, when you have an urge to punch someone so hard that blood covers their face, but you can't because you're in public and when people are watching your every erroneous move.
