Everything was a blur. A big, painful blur. Almost three weeks have passed by since the phone call from the police inspector. Nandini's parents were dead. She was now an orphan. The reason? Robbery! Ved and Priya had almost reached their house when the taxi they were in passed through an empty street. There, the taxi was stopped by an armed man with a mask over his face. At gunpoint, he had demanded cash, jewelry and any other valuable goods in their possession. Then he fired and killed Nandini's parents on the spot. They didn't even have a chance to defend themselves. The masked gunman had shot at the taxi driver too. The taxi driver was luckier than her parents. He had initially been critical but he gained consciousness after being treated at the hospital. He had given his statement once he was okay to speak. The police claimed they were doing all they could to find the killer and just like that, two very important people in her life had been taken away from her instantly. Traum

"I think giving permission for you to act out your kinks whenever you want has damaged your brain badly. We are not risking it at all, Manik. Don't even joke about it. We cannot be caught together." Nandini spoke sternly. "Alright!" Manik made a bad face. "Do I get another hug at least while she's gone?" "You do." Nandini smiled before wrapping her arms around his waist tightly once more. As she buried her head into his shoulder, her thoughts wandered back to the stole her mother had been customizing for her Initially, she had felt a pang of sadness thinking of her mother and father being unable to attend the wedding they

"Ah! I see, I get it. You only think about sex because you're sex hungry. You like it, don’t you? All whores like it dirty. It’s fine. I have something for you that'll convince you, that'll prove I can give you better dick than your boy can." Aryaman reached into his pocket again. He pulled out what Nandini recognised as hers. A yellow, lace edged panties which she thought she'd lost in the laundry many months ago. "How… How did you get it?" She asked, with a tremble in her voice. "I stole it from your drawer one day when Alya and I came to visit you at your place." Aryaman replied with an undertone to his voice, as if he had achieved something great. "Guess how I've been puttin

If there was one thing Manik wasn't, that was an idiot. He was incredibly observant and perceptive and he wasn't about to be easily fooled. Just because Nandini one day got up and randomly spewed nonsense that didn't mean he was dumb enough to believe it. Something was wrong. Majorly wrong. He immediately knew Nandini was vulnerable. He could sense it. As soon as Nandini cut the call, he didn’t wait anymore and ran to seize Aryaman. He didn't care if it was considered a criminal offense to break into someone's house. He wasn't going to be waiting around for days for an official warrant where Nandini was involved. But Aryaman wasn't there. His house had been sealed up and it appeared he had run away. Manik still had it broken anyway. He had the place ransacked and overturned. It was odd how the gate on the driveway was smashed a

Nandini decided to get off the train for a quick walk and breath of fresh air before she hopped back on again. She had hardly walked a few steps, when her heart lurched dangerously in her chest. Aryaman stood a few meters away from her, waiting for her arrival at the station. His face was roughly bandaged. She had no idea how he'd manage to follow her and reach there before her, but he had clearly figured out which train she had caught. But he wasn't looking at her. He was looking here and there, no doubt searching for her on the platform. His back was towards her. Aryaman hadn't seen her yet. Nandini grasped the opportunity and ran. She couldn’t let her be caught. She had no idea where she was going. The area wasn't familiar to her. She ran straight out of the station