Curse of Love (Book I)
With her eyes held down she entered the room. It smelled of him. Cigarettes and sex.
Slowly she raised her eyelids from the ground and looked at him.
He was sitting there proudly like a king with a glass of liquor in his hand and a winning smirk drew on his lips.
Few men who were his friends and colleagues were sitting around him, looking at her wet figure with hungry eyes.
However her eyes were threaded only to his. She was numb, with nothing in her mind, heart or soul.
She was bare of every feeling.
Raising her hand she untucked the edge of her saree which was saving her dignity till now but soon it was on the floor, leaving her only in her red blouse and petticoat which were sticking to her body like second skin.
βBechne aayi hu khud koβ¦kharidoge ?β
βI am here to sell myselfβ¦will you buy me ?β
She said, her lips quivering not a bit as she stared deep into his dark hazel eyes.
Shivoham smiled, rising on his feet. All the men went out of the room, closing the room behind them.
With the same handsome smile on his lips Shivoham walked to her and stood in front of her half naked self.
With his eyes he drank the sight of every inch of her body.
However suddenly the smile of his lips dropped when he found her head partition filled with the color red.
His eyes narrowed at the red colour on her head, he despises it the most.
Taking out a white napkin from his blazer's pocket he pulled her to him, crashing her soft body to his chest. Chandni flinched but did not say anything.
βPerfect. Now you are looking like my whore.β
Shivoham smiled, wiping every tint of the color red from her head.
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