“Abbu!” The little girl exclaimed and wrapped her little arms around her father's neck.
“Bitiya,” the man smiled, his dark face lightening up seeing that sweet smile of his daughter. Turning completely to her he hugged her to his chest. His daughter giggled, the sound of which little prayers to his ears.
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Aadya has never been in a relationship before. An extremely protective brother being the first reason and her likeness towards older men being the second. She never thought a man would come into her life and sweep her off her feet. However, God had some other plans and she became aware of it when she first saw those three men. Rowdy, handsome, killer and sexy. Some of the words which could describe them. Due to some reasons and her newly sparked feeling for the three alpha men she accepted their proposal of a marriage without much of a thought. However she was unaware that the three men had their own reason for sharing her, making her their wife. There are many secrets and fantasies waiting for her. Some of it will give her pleasure and some of it pain. But one thing was bound to happen, the pleasure will be great, so is the pain. The love will grow until its colour becomes red as blood, the lust will brew until they melt in one another. The fire of passion will burn, turning them to ashes. The ashes of love, lust, pain and desire. The love in her for the three different men will break every boundary of restrictions and she will rule their heart, mind, body and soul. However, will the love survive after knowing the truth and lies of her dear husbands ?
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. “Bechne aayi hu khud ko…kharidoge ?” “I am here to sell myself…will you buy me ?” 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. “Perfect. Now you are looking like my whore.” Shivoham smiled, wiping every tint of the color red from her head. ...
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