6 Chapters
Crythails
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Twisted Vengeance
The wedding hall shimmered with gold and crimson, yet she sat like a lifeless doll, her eyes lowered, her hands trembling beneath bridal bangles. Chitraangda-dressed as a bride, but chained by fate. The heavy doors burst open. Abhiraj strode in, his gaze burning like fire. Without a word, he yanked at her dupatta, tearing it from her head and tossing it to the floor. Gasps echoed, but he didn't care. He seized her jaw in his iron grip, forcing her to look into his ruthless eyes. His voice dripped venom, low and merciless. "Don't expect any mercy from me, Chitraangda. I'll fu*k you so hard that you'll remember this night for the rest of your life. You'll burn in my vengeance-every breath, every tear, every scar will remind you that you're mine to destroy." Her lips quivered, her heart sank, and in that instant she knew-her wedding was not the beginning of love, but the birth of her torment. _______________________________________________________________ She was innocent-pure as dawn, untouched by deceit. But in his blinded rage, Abhiraj branded her as his culprit. And with every cruel word, every merciless touch, he tore her soul apart, piece by piece, until her laughter turned to silence and her existence to scars.
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Did we get what we want ??????? To know dive into this story.......... He didn't just touch me. He devoured me. My legs were wide, trembling, locked around his shoulders as his tongue circled with maddening control-licking, flicking, stopping right when I started to beg. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. "Professor..." I gasped, voice high and helpless. He froze again. Looked up slowly. That jaw, glistening with me. Eyes dark. "Say. My. Name." "I-I can't-" I whined, hips rising, chasing his mouth. He grinned. "Then I'll make you." His fingers slid in-slow and deep, curling just right-and my cry turned into a ragged scream. He moved them with agonizing precision, each thrust sending electric shocks through me. "Still not saying it?" he mocked, eyes locked on mine. "You're soaked for me, Autumn. Dripping. And I haven't even f**ked you yet." My back arched off the bed. "Nishil-please-more-" He paused. "That's better." He leaned over, fingers still moving inside me, and whispered into my mouth: "No more sir. No more professor. Just me. Your Nishil. The man who's going to make you forget every other name." He kissed me hard, hand still buried between my thighs, curling and twisting until my thighs shook around him. I moaned his name again, louder this time. "Nishil... f**k-" "Oh, I plan to," he growled. And in the next second, I was on top of him-his hands gripping my waist, guiding me down slowly, deliciously, inch by inch. I gasped. He cursed. His head fell back, lips parted as he watched me take all of him. "You feel like heaven," he whispered, breathless. But his hands tightened again. "Now ride me, Autumn" And don't you dare stop saying my name." dive into the tale of revenge betrayal and forced love
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