As I entered my room, I swiftly moved towards the bathroom to freshen up. It was already late at night around 8 and I already had my dinner in my office. Today was unexpectedly the most exhausting day of my life. Not because of the work load.
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I started typing again when his voice came low almost an order, more demanding. "Sex karogi mere sath?" My eyes widened in panic, my head snapped at him as if the bone would come in two pieces out of my flesh. "Ye aadmi pagal wagal hai kya? Meine itna thakri aadmi likha...mujhe khud yakeen nhi ho rha." I thought to myself before galring at him. "Sharam nhi ayi na?" I narrowed my eyes at him, but he simply clicked his tongue as if it was the casual talk between us. "Bhyii mein aapki biwi nhi hu Jake koi or dhundh lo..." I joined my hands, frustration bubbling in my chest. But his voice came sharp this time, "ek baar or mujhse baat krte time bhai kaha to.." I sharply mocked him, "to..." But it was too late, he marched towards me with long strides. And instinctively I crawled back on the bed, "are bhyii, bhyi global word.... sorry galti ho gyi..."
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❁❁❁❁ she was a girl...broken girl, held together by prayers, each one stitched quietly to Mahadev, as if faith alone kept her from falling apart. And he was the answer she never asked aloud, sent like mercy itself, gentle in presence, steady in chaos, slowly becoming the reason her brokenness learned how to breathe again. 22 x 30 ❁❁❁❁
Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."
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