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14.....Manhandled

Autor: Aisha Nayak
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-03 04:21:47

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Divya had endured all she could. She had readily admitted her mistake in the elevator, acknowledging that she had reacted hastily. But that concession gave this arrogant, power-drunk monster no license to spew vile garbage, assassinate her character, and expect her to stand there in submissive silence.

The fear that had gripped her moments ago vanished completely, replaced by a white-hot blaze of righteous fury.

"How dare you..."

Her voice didn't tremble; it cut through the
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    (unedited) Divya’s eyelids fluttered weakly, heavy and sore from deep, bone-weary exhaustion, as a gentle, hesitant voice coaxed her out of her deep slumber.She forced herself up on her elbows, her vision blurred, to find a timid maid standing beside her bed, wringing her hands nervously."Maa-Madam..." the maid stammered, casting a cautious, fearful glance toward the open door. "Sir asked me to inform you... you have ten minutes to get ready. You are leaving for the penthouse immediately."A violent, icy shiver cascaded down Divya’s spine, shattering the last remnants of her sleep. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her lips instantly drained of color, turning bone-dry. The sheer terror of being isolated alone with him in that enclosed space hit her like a physical blow.When she emerged from the washroom after washing her face, two more maids were waiting anxiously in the center of the room. In their arms, they held a breathtaking, luxurious saree and an array of glitt

  • Her Resistance   43.......Pay

    (unedited) The morning sun bled through the towering floor-to-ceiling glass paneling of the Raichand Manor, casting long, dramatic shadows across the sprawling marble dining hall. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasted coffee and an underlying, unspoken tension.At the head of the polished obsidian table sat the patriarch, Mr. Viraaj Raichand, resting his hands over his silver-headed walking cane after his morning bath. Opposite him, holding a delicate fine-china teacup, sat his wife, Nandini.Viraaj leaned forward, a sharp, amused glint in his eyes breaking his austere composure."So, Madam..." Viraaj’s voice echoed softly off the high ceilings, rich with theatrical irony. "How did your quiet night go with your new granddaughter-in-law? You staged an absolute coup against your own grandson last night just to drag her into your quarters."Nandini set her cup down without making a sound, a faint, dignified smile gracing her features. "It went as well as it

  • Her Resistance   42.....Submit ?

    (unedited) Dressed in a fluid, creamy silk nightgown, Divya sat in delicate, suffocating silence on the edge of the grand plush bed. The lustrous, unembellished fabric draped softly over her slender frame, her dark, unraveled hair cascading over her bare shoulders in a striking contrast against the pale silk. Across the vast, dimly lit master suite, Nandini Raichand was methodically organizing heavy velvet-lined cases, carefully returning the priceless ancestral heirlooms to their proper trays.​As she worked, Nandini’s sharp, observant gaze repeatedly drifted toward the quiet bride. She looks so impossibly ethereal, so agonizingly lovely, even without a single speck of makeup or flash of heavy jewelry, Nandini thought to herself, studying the girl’s quiet face. She is a living embodiment of pure innocence, untouched and untainted by the filthy world outside. Is it this striking, unblemished purity that pulled Dev in? Or is it her unyielding, prideful nature—the stubbo

  • Her Resistance   41.....His Wife!

    (unedited) Nearly an hour had passed, and the black sedan was tearing through the night along the dark, desolate highway. The driver’s hands clutched the steering wheel with white-knuckled desperation, his eyes darting anxiously between the empty road ahead and the speedometer.He was acting on the strict, urgent orders of Yamini Madam herself: get this girl out of the city as fast as humanly possible, and leave no trace behind. When you served a dynasty as terrifyingly powerful as the Raichannds, conflicting orders were a dangerous occupational hazard—but you obeyed whoever held the whip in the moment.The plan was simple yet nerve-wracking. Once he dropped this girl off at the designated safehouse outside city limits, he was instructed to pack his bags and vanish into thin air. He had served as a trusted family chauffeur for nearly eight long years, yet in all those years, he had never witnessed an ordeal this chaotic, this terrifying. He knew with absolute certainty that if *Chote

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