ログインBLURB “No please. Stop. Its paining so much. Please take it out. Please I beg you. Take it out. I will die.” I cried and screamed at the top of my voice. My palms pushing against his chest trying to stop him at least for a second. Seizing my hands with one hand above my head and grabbing my jaw with another, his fingers dug into my skin making my lips to pout, he whispered “Do you think I care?” and started thrusting inside me with renewed force. His each and every thrust earned a high pitch scream and endless flow of tears from me. But I knew he was enjoying it. Isn’t that the reason he married me??? So that he can give me endless pain and make me suffer. Well, he succeeded, with that I let the darkness consume me to escape the unbearable pain. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. A mafia leader hell bent on taking revenge and a fierce mafia heiress never bending to anyone’s will. She was never meant to be for his world. And he was never meant to be for anyone. Then their worlds collided. He hated her with passion and she despised him with every cell of her body. And they both vowed to destroy each other.
もっと見るShweta’s steps halted in front a wall that was filled with one large photograph which covered almost half of the wall, which indicated the end of the long corridor. And her eyes stayed glued to that specific picture making her whole frame freeze. She could not look away even if she wanted to.A tall man standing proudly with two young boys. No, not just any man, but a father standing proudly with his two young sons. All there laughing their heart out showing their whole teeth. All three sharing same facial features. Same eyes, same nose and same hair. The father’s presence filled the entire frame.She had seen the man her whole life. She had slept on his shoulders. She had played tea party with him. She had slept listening to his stories in her childhood. She had visited different child- play area holding his hands. She had seen that father figure growing old. She had seen him in his prime age as one of the most handsome and kind man as well as a man who looks hot even in his sixties.
Third Person POVThe sniper’s screams echoed and bounced off the old walls of the rustic room. That did not and could not stop, Ayaan from inflicting further pain on his body. He pressed his boot harder on the bullet wound on the sniper’s thigh. Ayaan could feel the sniper’s thigh bone shift under his shoes.His jaw clenched, veins standing out on his temple and anger twisted his face in to something dark.“Give me the names.” He thundered, his patience hanging by a thin worn out thread. “Who planned this? Who hired you? Who was the other gang?” A series of punch landed on his face.The sniper groaned in pain, hardly able to breath, on the verge of losing consciousness. His lips parted but no words came, only groans and whimpers escaped.Bending lower, his face inches away from the bloodied man bound to the chair “You think you are strong? You believe I can’t break you?” Holding the sniper’s jaw in a death grip, he made him look at his face, whispering slowly and menacingly, making su
Shweta POVI woke up slowly, my mind groggy and hazy as if I had been pulled out of my sleep too soon. My throat felt dry and swallowing my saliva turned out to be a task. Before I could open my eyes fully, my mind registered a lot of unfamiliar things. Like the softness beneath me as if I am laying on a cloud and not the hard bed that I was forced to get adjusted to.A thick, warm blanket was wrapped around me and my pillow felt too soft and cushiony. And of course, the temperature is not too hot or too cold, it was perfect. I shifted slightly and a sharp pain tugged at my knees.Opening my eyes fully, I realized the room wasn’t pitch dark like I thought it would be. No, sure the lights were off and the curtains were drawn together so that no light passes through the window and touches this room. Except for one slender streak of sunlight that had somehow managed to slip through a gap in the binds. In that golden hues, I assessed the room trying to make sense of my surrounding.It was
Ayaan POV“We want him alive, Ayaan. Let him go.” Screams.“Stop this madness right now.” More screams and more punches.The room is absolute chaos. Screams and shouting echoing off the wall.Some tried stopping me, couldn’t recognize who it was. Then Viren uncle, stepped up, his arms wrapped around mine in a desperate attempt to pull me back, to pull me away from the one person who knows the truth.“Stop it, Ayaan. We want answers and we will get it only if he is alive.” His voice extremely strained but I barely registered his words or the logic, beneath the roar of blood in my ears and the fury pounding in my chest. His body wedging between me and the fucker tied to the metal chair. His face bloodied and body bruised.One eye swollen shut and the other barely open. Lips split, blood smearing down his chin. His fingers long gone from his palms, work of my men. No more pulling trigger job for him.My fist flew again, rage guiding it as it landed squarely on my Shweta’s culprit’s face
Unknown Person POV“Pack everything. We are leaving for Mumbai.” Said my daddy dearest barging in to my room. For heaven sake, it’s just six in the morning.This man has no manners at all, I thought to myself.“Now what happened?” I asked, frustrated to put up with my old father.“I don’t know, what I a
“Around thirty- five years ago, we were nothing but local goons. Doing petty crimes, getting the job done for big mafias and so on. But then we all got greedy except Aadi. He knew the risks involved in our line of work and we all knew once we are in, there was no way out. So he warned to not get ou
Ayaan POVOur car hurtled down the road, eating up the miles in unimaginable speed. Its engine purring smoothly. Inside, we all sat in silence, all lost in our own thought. Akash uncle’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his jaw set in a firm line.Beside him, on the passenger seat was my father,
Arjun POVShweta was fast asleep on my bed by the time I was done with my morning routine. I towel dried my hair looking at her sleeping face. Soft snores escaped her lips. She was fast asleep and she would not wake up for next twelve hours. I made sure of that.She was not given just TT shot but also
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