Anya wished she could tell Waleed everything, every twisted detail of her torture, so he could feel even a fraction of the helplessness she’d lived through. She wanted to see his face change, for his jaw to clench and his stomach to turn the way hers did. But the truth was, she couldn’t remember most of it.
Not clearly.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, obedient, quiet, shy girl. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩? 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. Viraj was the broken boy my father brought home. Traumatized. Dangerous. Untouchable. He was the kind of man women fall to their knees for. And held the power to ruin them forever. I should’ve run. Instead, I watched. I listened. I learned him…his scent, his darkness, his rage. I stole pieces of him like forbidden trophies, and I pleasured myself to the thought of his hands… tightening around my throat. Now I’m twenty-five. And he’s back. Older. Colder. No longer the quiet boy hidden under our stairs…but the man who holds secrets darker than mine. And I still want him. Even if it means surrendering my innocence for his cruelty. Even if he punishes me for every filthy thought I’ve ever had. Because some desires are twisted. And some love stories are born from obsession, sin, and the darkest corners of the heart. 🚫This book is meant for 18+ readers🚫
My past haunts me still and the darkness is growing. I know it will take me soon. Everyday is a struggle without Anya. The hole she left is killing me slowly but I am living for my daughter. My daughter is my life. I am not the person I used to be. I am neither bad nor good, I am just a dad. And all I want is to be enough for my daughter.
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