Chapter Fifty Five

Navmi's POV

The history was repeating itself.

She was forcing herself on me.

I was struggling.

She wanted to have a control over me.

I wanted emancipation from her sick mania.

She felt pleasured.

I felt disgusted.

The only difference was I was weak while she was more stronger than before.

" Stop struggling why you have to be so difficult . I'm trying hard Nav, very hard for us, to be lenient with you, yet you always tick me off. "

When I didn't responded to her brutal kisses and didn't stop struggling she flipped out. The word lenient sounded foreign coming from her mouth.

Even now she had a tight grip on both of my hands bruising them and her heavy body was on my waist. I was breathing fast , in shallow pants to recover my lungs from the absence of air for too long.

" There is no US. "

With a wheeze I said to her , eye-to-eye so that it could sit well in her thick, dumb mind.

The ripping sound of a fabric broke out in the silent yet tensed room. I looked down to my dress