The weight of his presence made the air around her feel suffocating. She still gathered courage to speak " I know you intentionally did this. You intentionally spilt juice on Adarsh Ji"
His lips curled into an evil smirk as he stepped close, closing the gap between them. She tried to back away, but there was nowhere left to go. "Adarsh... JI hm?" He repeated the word dripping with mockery. "Do you think a ring on your finger changes anything? Do you think anyone else could ever have you? Touch you? Hm?"
Her back hit the wall as his hand slammed against it, blocking her escape. She could feel the heat of his body pressing into hers, and her heart raced in fear.
"I don't belong to you. I don't belong in your world... please... please go.. before he'll come and see." She whispered in fear, her voice quivering with the thought of getting caught with him. Her fiance is just a few steps away in the bathroom as her so-called brother throws juice on his suit deliberately as he can't digest the fact that she's having a private conversation with the person she's going to marry soon.
He said with a mock sweetness that made her blood run cold.
"How could I expect good from such an immoral person? He promised me he would not cause any issues. Then why he's doing this to me?" The thought screamed in her head.
"You're mine, you've always been mine." He husked against her mouth, his breath reeking of whiskey. She wrinkled her mouth as his whiskey-laced breath fanned over her soft trembling lips. "Noooo... please" she whisper-screamed, but he was already on her, his lips crashing against hers with force, so sudden that it knocked the air from her lungs. Every sensation in her body seemed to vanish. His kiss was punishing, a desperate need lacing every touch, every movement. Her hands flew to his robust chest, pushing against him. But he didn't budge. His hands gripped her delicate wrists, pinning them above her head as he deepened the kiss, demanding more from her than she could give.
Her mind screamed for her to push him away, to fight, to escape. But the fear of being caught paralyzed her.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. Suddenly a wicked smile twisted his lips. "Don't worry" he murmured, his voice smooth, almost taunting. "I took care of him." He winked and her face turned pale. Her breath hitched, and she recoiled slightly, but he held her in place, not letting her retreat. Her gaze drifted to the bathroom door. She tilted her head ever so slightly, seeking a reprieve from the suffocating proximity. What she saw made the air freeze in her lungs.
A dark, wet stream seeped from beneath the bathroom door, trickling out in slow. Her knees buckled as her breath hitched in her throat. A cold wave of terror rushed through her veins, making her limbs weak and unresponsive. Her stomach churned violently as she jerked her head back, her mind screaming for her to move, to run. But her body felt frozen, paralyzed by fear and the horrifying realization of what he might have done.
"I won't let you go, so you better used to it." He whispered in her ear. Her body trembled violently, the weight of his words and actions crushing her as she stared at the crimson trail beneath the bathroom door. The stream of... Blood. There was no way out now. She was trappedโwith him, and with the nightmare heโd so carefully crafted around her.
So this is just a small glimpse. But hey, hey, donโt jump to conclusions over just a mere glimpse of the story.
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