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Aadya looked at her reflection in the mirror.
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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. ...
π¨ πππππ ππ πππππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππ ππππππππ πππππ. βΏβΏβΏβΏβΏ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.
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