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مؤلف: Kriya Chauhan
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"So," Ryker's voice sliced through the silence of the breakfast table, each word a venom-tipped dart. "You were wishing me dead all this time? Is that that why you couldn't eat? Because you were too busy praying for my downfall?"

His question was a cold, calculated strike, meant to wound. I looked at the man who had stolen my life, my freedom, and my faith. I could see the reflection of myself in his dark eyes—a terrified, cornered animal. I wanted to deny it, but a part of me, the part he had awakened, screamed out the truth.

“It's nothing like that,” I replied, the words a hollow echo of the truth I was too afraid to admit. But inside, a furious scream was clawing its way up my throat, clawing past years of forced piety. You deserve it.

How could he not understand? How could he stand there with that smug, infuriating smirk, a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing and relished it, and act as if I was the unreasonable one? He was the only person on this earth I could ev
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  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    31

    That conversation was the beginning of the end. My world had narrowed to a single, stark choice: keep my head down and survive, or stand up and fight for the women around me who had no one to fight for them. In that one gut-wrenching moment, I made my decision, and it set off a chain reaction. I knew it would change everything, not just for me but for so many others caught in the web of this place. The path ahead, I realized with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, would lead to a future that was both profoundly good and utterly, irrevocably bad.“Are these women doing this of their own free will, or is it the only way they can feel safe?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Ryker gave me a look that screamed I was being naive, even ridiculous.“They do this because they want to,” he said with a conviction that was chilling. He truly believed these women weren’t degrading themselves just to survive in a world where only men held the power. I bit down on my lip and didn’t speak, b

  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    30

    A groan rumbled in my chest as my feet, heavy with the weight of my indignation, thudded down the marble floor. "I don't want any dessert," I announced, the words tasting like sour grapes on my tongue. The plush carpet of my new room swallowed my footsteps. I grabbed the blanket, a thick, quilted monstrosity that felt suspiciously like it was made from the pelts of a hundred fluffy clouds, and rolled myself into a tight, human-sized burrito. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my brain to fall into a peaceful, Ryker-less coma.I heard a soft, familiar chuckle of a devil, a sound that could either charm a snake or make a saint want to throw something. I kept my eyes clamped shut, pretending to be a particularly lumpy piece of furniture. To my surprise, he didn't come closer. The silence that followed was a small, precious gift, the kind you get from an enemy when they think you're not looking. I could finally breathe. My tense shoulders slumped a little, and I was just starting to drift o

  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    29

    He held me in place, his grip like iron, and I couldn't escape. My eyes were a witness to a horror I wished I could unsee. Every glance was a dagger to my heart. Each familiar face, now contorted in a grotesque display, made my stomach churn with a sickening mix of anger, grief, and disgust. The vibrant colors of their habits felt tainted, the air thick with the stench of cheap perfume and sin. I wanted to scream, to run, to bury my head in the ground and pretend none of this was real. But all I could do was stand there, paralyzed, as my world shattered around me. The innocent, loving sisters I knew were a fantasy, and this nightmare was my new reality."Do you see it now?" Ryker's voice was a low, guttural growl as he seized my chin, his fingers digging into my skin. He forced me to look, to witness the desecration of everything I believed in. "Where is the purity you spoke of? All I see are whores, starving for attention. They don't care who gives it to them—a decrepit old man, a ma

  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    28

    Meanwhile, Ryker sauntered into the attached bathroom, a cheerful tune escaping his lips as if he'd just had the best day of his life. The sound of the shower turning on was a stark, jarring contrast to the tense silence that had settled in the room, and the water ran for an agonizingly long time.When he finally emerged, a wave of cold dread washed over me, instantly dissolving all the calming thoughts and self-consolation I'd spent the last hour meticulously building. The memory of what had happened before he left flooded back, and my carefully constructed composure vanished in a puff of smoke. My scowl deepened as I remembered how this monster had violated me.“Hello there, kitten,” he purred, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. He jumped onto the bed with the uncivilized grace of a monkey. Calling him a monkey felt like the highest praise one could give him; he was so much worse. With a face like a hyena and a personality as venomous as a toad, there wasn't a single animal in th

  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    27

    That Ryker wasn't coming home was supposed to be my golden ticket to a peaceful night. A quiet house, a king-sized bed all to myself—it was a dream I’d been chasing the last two days. But as I finally lay down, pulling the duvet up to my chin and sinking into the plush mattress, my mind, of course, had other plans. It was like a switch had flipped the wrong way. Instead of the blissful silence and rest I'd craved, a highlight reel of every minor and major thing that had gone wrong in my life started playing behind my eyelids. The last encounter, his careless words, my own frustrated retort—each memory was a tiny, sharp stone in a quiet pond, sending out ripples of unease.I tossed, I turned, and I punched my pillow in frustration, trying to shove the unwanted thoughts from my head. The calm I'd expected was nowhere to be found, replaced by a restless energy that made my skin crawl. Every chirp of the crickets, rustle of the leaves outside my window felt magnified, each sound a tiny

  • Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)    26

    My disgusted grimace was a mask I barely controlled, but his next move was what truly made my skin crawl. He licked his fingers clean, a slow, deliberate act that felt like a personal insult, a vulgar claim on the air, on everything in this room. My stomach churned, the small meal I’d been forced to eat threatening to come back up.“You’re disgusting,” I growled, the words a bitter taste in my mouth. “I thought you couldn’t sink any lower than forcefully marrying me, but you just stamped on my dignity as if it meant nothing.” A sickening realization dawned on me, and I felt a million phantom bugs crawling over every inch of my skin he had touched. He wasn't just a monster; he was a predator who reveled in the fear he inspired, in the utter helplessness of his victims.My outburst made the maids stiffen, their faces pale with terror. They looked at me as if I had just signed my own death warrant for speaking the truth. And if it came to that, so be it. This time, it wasn't just my ra

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