Prologue

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"Please don't do this; I beg you. I'm sorry, I won't repeat this, I swear to God," pleaded Mehak, her eyes filled with remorse.

"You swear to God? Do you think, princess, I will forgive you easily?" Ibrahim questioned, his voice tinged with disappointment. "No, sweetheart, I won't let this happen." With those words, he took a handful of green chilies and, without hesitation, placed them in Mehak's mouth.

Mehak's eyes widened as the fiery heat of the chilies coursed through her taste buds, and tears welled up in her eyes. It was a moment of reckoning, a spicy punishment for her actions

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