[18+] What happens when love tempts you to compromise everything you stand for?
❛Look at you, how you're breathing and trembling in need-craving my touch,❜
❛Shut up, Tapish❜
❛Then Shut me Up❜
A billionaire's daughter SAHEJ LUTHRA has built...
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"THAT...B*ST*RD" YES, that is what he is...
My head's a mess, rife with thoughts like a blender turning up the volume. Yet in the middle of it all, there's this one question barking at me, refusing to be ignored. Is he also his client?
As the CM's face flickers onto the screen, it's like a slap, snapping me back to the darkness lurking in the corners of my mind. I am scared of him, not because he's a man—men don't scare mebut because I saw him kill a woman right before my eyes.
"Did you know from the start...what he was going to do?'' I ask, my voice shaking with a skip on the first issue to start with. It's obvious—he's his client too.
I open my mouth and begin breathing steadily and deeply to sate the raging urge to explode inside of me.
I blink—jolted by a high-pitched scream coursing in my mind—then, suddenly, I am back. The first thing my eyes see is a grey iPad screen, grounding me in reality once more. That blue saree woman and her scream for help clouded my mind. Everyone has forgotten about her, and I might count along with them if I hadn't seen what happened that infamous night. The quiet ragging drives my body and senses. I want to be abusive, like it should be, but it isn't happening. Something is wrong with me. Why can't I just scream?
My chest is rising and falling; I am feeling a chill behind my neck from the cold air, and perspiration has begun to form on the back of my neck.
I force myself up, but his attention snaps to me like a magnet. But as soon as I place my hands on the table for support, he becomes attentive. He steps in like a tangible force in response to what he sees in front of his eyes, and I lose the nerve to push for more answers. I look in his direction—his eyes. Now they are completely changed—from controlling to fear in his eyes, as if he's lost something. Or maybe he's lost himself. His expression changes from being in control to helpless.
