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[doctor101]

Hi,

Out here, you get everything for free, whereas I have an obligation to my clients who spend hard-earned money to read my work. This forum is more like interacting with you guys, getting feedback on where I can improve, and making you aware of my work. also, I am bound by some Kindle limitations.

Deepak bhai,
Your first priority to your clients but more you put your updates and episodes,  readers can give you more consistently to give you correct response and positive feedback.  Your erotic work is brilliant. Keep writing.  We will give you feedback and suggestions on your each post. Waiting for your erotic episodes. Loved your each episode.  Keep writing bro.

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Where can we get full pdf

[Deepak.kapoor]

Where can we get full pdf

You should be able to find the book on the Amazon website for Kindle. However, some users are reporting that they can not find the book on the Indian Amazon website. I am going to raise the issue with the Amazon team.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera Punishment

Arjun and Vikram exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They wanted Meera to understand the consequences of crossing them and were determined to break her resistance.


Vikram’s hands tightened on Meera's waist, pulling her closer, while Arjun’s lips left her mouth, trailing down her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her skin. Meera gasped, trying to hold back her reactions, but with each passing second, it became more difficult. Her body betrayed her, her breathing ragged, and her eyes closed as unwanted heat spread through her body.


Arjun's mouth moved down to the crook of her neck, and Meera let out a soft moan, her lips parting as her body shuddered under their hands.


"That's what we wanted to hear," Arjun whispered, his lips brushing against her ear and a cruel smile on his face. We want you to know your place, Meera. You and Riya both."


Vikram nodded, his hands sliding up Meera's back, his fingers grazing her bare skin as they reached her shoulder blades. He glanced at Riya, still recording, her face pale and eyes wide.


"Riya, make sure you get everything," he said with a smirk, his tone mocking. "We want you to see what happens when someone thinks they can defy us."


Meera's body jerked as Arjun’s hands moved down, cupping her breasts and squeezing them with force, his mouth moving over her collarbone. The sensation shot through her, and another moan escaped her lips, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame.


Vikram chuckled, “You see, Meera, you shouldn’t have tried to stand up for Riya. Now you have to pay the price."


Tears welled up in Meera's eyes, her body trembling as they continued their assault. She was angry at herself, furious at her body for betraying her, for reacting to their touch in the way it did.


They were furious that she had dared to interfere, angry that she had challenged them, and wanted her to feel it. Their hands were rough, their touch demanding, as if they were trying to teach her a lesson.


Arjun grabbed Meera’s chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes dark. "Remember, Meera. You belong to us now, just like Riya."


Meera swallowed hard, her body trembling with the mix of fear, shame, and unwanted arousal. She glanced at Riya, who stood there, still holding the phone, her eyes filled with tears.


Vikram’s voice broke her thoughts, his tone dripping with mockery. "Now, Meera, give Arjun that passionate kiss again. Show us what you’ve learned."


Meera closed her eyes, her heart pounding. She leaned in, her lips meeting Arjun's, her body trembling as she tried to muster the passion they demanded.


As Meera leaned in for the kiss, Arjun's fingers moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her Panty. Meera gasped into the kiss, her body jerking involuntarily. He smirked against her lips, his fingers moving inside her pussy that made her shiver in a mix of shame and unwanted desire.


Meanwhile, Vikram used his tongue, tracing a line from her neck down to her collarbone, flicking his tongue over her skin in a way that made her skin tingle.


Arjun’s hand moved confidently and rhythmically, making Meera's breath hitch, and she could feel herself flushing with the intensity of it all. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body had already betrayed her. The sensation of their fingers, Arjun’s touch, and Vikram's hot breath on her skin overwhelmed her senses.


Meera let out an unwilling moan as Arjun’s fingers worked their way deeper, and Vikram’s tongue left a trail of heat along her skin. They were dominating her completely, ensuring that every movement, every touch left her unable to think, unable to resist.


Arjun pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark as he looked at her. "That's more like it," he said, his fingers still moving, making her gasp. "This is what we want, Meera."


Vikram nodded, his hands squeezing her waist, his lips moving closer to her ear. "You’re learning," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.


Meera's heart pounded, her body responding even though her mind protested. She felt Vikram’s tongue moving along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Arjun’s fingers moved expertly, their touch igniting something deep within her, something that she wished she could ignore.


Arjun smirked, his voice taunting. "Riya, make sure you get everything. We want this record well."


Riya’s hands trembled as she held the phone, and her eyes filled with tears as she watched her sister-in-law be forced to endure this. Meera glanced at her, her own eyes filled with shame.


Arjun’s grip tightened, his fingers working with more force and faster rhythm, and Meera’s body shuddered, a moan escaping her lips that she wished she could take back. They were determined to push her to the edge, to make her submit completely, and she knew that she was losing control.


Vikram's lips moved lower, his tongue tracing the edge of her breast, his hands on her thighs, squeezing them roughly. He leaned in, whispering against her skin. "Remember this feeling, Meera. "


Meera closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears and hold onto whatever dignity she had left. But they were determined to break her, and her body was already betraying her, responding to their touches in a way that made her heart ache with shame.


Arjun grinned, his eyes filled with challenge and cruelty as he looked at Meera. "Tell us, Meera," he said, his fingers teasing her. "Are we better than your husband? Does he make you feel like this?"


Meera's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushing with anger and embarrassment. She tried to turn away, but Arjun's hand caught her chin, forcing her to face him.


Vikram joined in, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on, tell us. We know you’re feeling things your husband could never make you feel. Isn’t that right, Meera?" His hands slid across her bare skin.


Meera shook her head, trying to resist. "No... that's not true," she whispered, her voice trembling. But her body was betraying her, and they both knew it.


Arjun's smirk widened, his fingers moving more deliberately, making Meera's breath hitch. "Really? Because it seems like your body is saying otherwise." He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"


Tears welled up in Meera's eyes as she tried to fight against the desire overwhelming her. She knew they wanted her to admit it, to break her completely.


Vikram's voice was softer now, almost coaxing. "You can say it, Meera. We both know the truth. Just admit it, and this will be easier for you." His hands roamed her body.


Meera bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated them for their actions and how they made her feel. But most of all, she hated that, deep down, a part of her was responding to their touch. It made her feel ashamed, but she knew there was no way out.


Arjun leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it, Meera," he whispered. "Say we’re better than him."


For a moment, Meera hesitated, her body trembling as she struggled to find the words. Finally, she whispered, barely audible, "You... you’re better."


Vikram and Arjun exchanged triumphant glances, their eyes filled with satisfaction. They had broken her, forced her to admit what they wanted to hear.


Arjun's voice dropped to a menacing whisper, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "Say it, Meera. How are we better?" He paused, his fingers teasingly trailing along her sensitive skin. "Is it because your husband is a soft lover, and deep down, you crave something more... rough?"


Meera's eyes filled with shame as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions. She didn't want to admit it, but their touch and the intense sensations they brought to her were undeniable.


Vikram leaned in close, not wanting to let up, his voice just as taunting. "Come on, Meera. You can tell us. You want something your husband never gives you, don’t you? You want to be touched, taken, and desired in a way that’s not soft, not gentle—but raw and rough."


Meera swallowed hard, her face a mixture of anger, shame, and a reluctant acceptance of what her body was feeling. She hated herself for it, but their hands were igniting something inside her she had never experienced before. Her voice came out almost in a whisper, each word laden with guilt. "Maybe... maybe it’s true. Maybe... he’s too soft."


Arjun grinned, his expression filled with triumph as he continued to toy with her. "That's right," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You want something more than the soft, gentle love your husband gives. You want someone who knows how to handle you, to make you feel alive."


Vikram nodded, his hand trailing along her thigh. "Someone who isn’t afraid to be rough, to make you beg for more." He could see the reluctance in her eyes and how her body was betraying her, responding to every word and every touch.


Meera closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill as she struggled with her conflicting emotions. They were pushing her to admit things she never imagined she would say, and deep down, she hated herself for feeling this way.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Riya's and Meera's emotional Turmoil

Riya was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions she could barely comprehend. Guilt weighed heavily on her, gnawing at her insides like an unbearable pain. She felt she had let Meera down, dragging her into a nightmare she had never wanted anyone else to endure. The sight of Meera’s humiliation, the way those men had treated her, kept replaying in Riya's mind, and she could hardly bear it.


Fear was also coursing through her veins. She felt trapped by Arjun and Vikram, the secret they held over her, and her inability to protect Meera.


Then there was the shame. Shame for what she had allowed to happen, shame for the feelings she couldn't deny that surfaced during those moments. She hated herself for how her body had reacted to Shankar, and now, even more so, she despised the strange mixture of anger, fear, and a twisted thrill that she felt with Arjun and Vikram. She hated that they made her feel anything other than pure disgust.


Riya's heart twisted with deep love and regret as she looked at Meera, who tried to remain strong despite everything. Meera had always been like an elder sister to her, someone she looked up to and trusted completely. And now, because of her, Meera was caught in this degrading game.


Riya felt her eyes fill with tears. She had always been innocent, unable to see people in pain, but now she had become the source of suffering for someone she loved deeply. The weight of the situation was crushing her spirit, making her feel powerless and ashamed. More than anything, she wished she could go back to how things were before—to a time when her world was simple, safe, and untouched by this darkness.


Meera stood amid chaos, her heart racing and her mind spinning in a whirlwind of emotions. At first, she felt anger and protectiveness when she saw Riya being taken by Arjun and Vikram. The instinct to protect her younger sister from harm was immediate and fierce.


When Arjun and Vikram forced her to watch the humiliating video of Riya, Meera felt her heart drop. Seeing her beloved sister in such a position—so exposed broke something inside her.


Meera had always prided herself on being strong, both physically and emotionally. Yet here she was, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks and an involuntary flutter in her stomach. The way Arjun and Vikram’s hands roamed over her body—though unwanted—triggered desire that left her feeling both ashamed and confused. It was as if her body was betraying her mind, responding to their touch even as her heart screamed in protest.


The realization hit her hard: she was being reduced to a mere plaything for their pleasure, and yet her body seemed to crave something different—something raw and passionate. She found herself grappling with a complex mixture of emotions: anger, fear, shame, and a deep-seated desire that she couldn’t fully understand. It was terrifying to think she was experiencing any form of excitement in such a demeaning context.


As the moments passed and she found herself kissing Arjun and Vikram, Meera’s mind raced. She felt like losing a part of herself with every kiss. The pressure to perform, to meet their demands while maintaining some semblance of dignity, created an exhausting internal battle.


Deep down, Meera wanted to resist. She tried to shout, claw her way out of this twisted scenario, and protect Riya, but the atmosphere was suffocating, and she felt powerless. The fact that they had recorded her actions—exposing her to the world in a way she had never consented to—made the situation all the more unbearable.


Meera vowed to herself to find a way to protect Riya and reclaim her dignity. But the lingering sensations from Arjun and Vikram's touch haunted her; she knew this experience would forever leave a mark on her.

[doctor101]

Slower pace maintain erotic pace up and momentum. Hope to get more regular updates and final climax of Meera in front of Riya .

[doctor101]

Meera aur Rita waiting updates

[Crazy007]

What would have happened if Shankar too started blackmailing

Great erotic exotic story

Executing twist and turns

The way the inhibitions were shed hatsoffto the writing
Waiting forore updates

[Deepak.kapoor]

Vikram and Arjun’s Domination

Vikram and Arjun walked away from the scene, the air thick with satisfaction and triumph. They could still feel the lingering heat of Meera’s body against them, the unwilling yet undeniable responses she had given. They exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they absorbed everything that had transpired.


This was more than just physical dominance; it was about control—breaking both Riya and Meera, step by step, until they had no fight left. They hadn’t just taken what they wanted but carefully orchestrated every moment, gradually raising the stakes so that resistance felt impossible.


The Slow, Strategic Breakdown

When they first saw Riya sneaking into Shankar’s house, Vikram suggested following her. Arjun, amused but curious, had agreed. What they found had been far beyond their expectations—a secret affair, a scandalous weakness, and an opportunity they had not planned for but could not ignore.


When they first confronted Riya, they had played it smart, pretending to be casual, pretending just to be interested in a little harmless fun. A simple kiss—that was all they had asked for. It had been a test to measure her fear and vulnerability. And the way she hesitated and her body tensed at their demand told them everything they needed to know. She was afraid. She was trapped. Most importantly, she would do anything to keep the video a secret.


That was their opening.


Vikram had been the one to insist she had to do it "properly," making sure she gave them the same passion she had given Shankar. When she resisted, they laughed, telling her she wasn’t putting in enough effort. Slowly, they had pushed further—asking her to sit on their laps, making her prolong the kiss, using every slight hesitation as an excuse to up the stakes.


By the time they moved to Meera, they already knew the pattern. They had refined their strategy and perfected their method. They knew how to manipulate, push just the right buttons, and ensure there was just enough shame and hesitation so that their victims felt they had no way out.


They took their time with Meera, savoring every moment of her breakdown. She had entered the situation as Riya’s protector, trying to save her, and they had enjoyed watching her transition from defiance to reluctant submission. At first, they only demanded a kiss, just like Riya did. But when she kissed Arjun, they immediately criticized her and told her she wasn’t doing it right and wasn’t putting in enough passion that she needed to match what was in the video.


The humiliation in her eyes had only fueled them further. They had told her to sit on their laps, knowing how much closer that would bring her, how much harder it would be for her to ignore their touch. The more hesitant she was, the more they pushed.


Arjun flexed his fingers absentmindedly as he walked, glancing down at his hands, which had just caressed Meera's smooth, supple skin. He could still feel the warmth of her body lingering on his fingertips, the way her breasts had fit perfectly into his palms, how her body had trembled under his touch. He smirked, reliving how she had initially stiffened at his touch but then began to react against all her protests.


"Did you feel that?" Arjun muttered, almost to himself, his voice low with excitement. "She was fighting it, but her body… her body was betraying her. The more we pushed, the more she responded. It was like watching her mind break apart piece by piece."


Vikram chuckled darkly, his hands clenching and unclenching as he was also lost in thought. His fingers curled as if trying to recall the shape and feel of Meera’s breasts, how soft and full they were, how they had reacted to his touch. "Yeah… it was something else," he admitted, his voice laced with satisfaction. "At first, she acted all defiant, like she could resist. But once we started working on her, she melted like butter."


He laughed low, shaking his head as if amazed by how easily it had happened. "You know, we played it smart," he continued. "Just a simple kiss at first. We made it seem like nothing serious. A five-minute kiss—who could say no to that? But we knew… we knew once we had her lips, once she tasted our touch, she wouldn’t be able to stay cold for long."


Arjun nodded, his smirk widening. "Exactly. We let her think she had some control. We made her believe she could give us what we asked and be done with it. But once we had her close, once we had our hands on her, we turned it up. A little touch here, a little more there… We made her body crave it before she even realized it."


His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he thought about how Meera had reacted when their hands roamed over her stomach, her navel, and her breasts. "Did you see how her breathing changed?" he said, licking his lips as if savoring the memory. "At first, she held it in, trying to stay strong. But the moment my hands worked over her when I brushed against her pussy" he stopped, flexing his fingers again as if the feeling was still alive in his hands. "She let out that tiny gasp. That’s when I knew we had her."


Vikram nodded in agreement, his grin widening. "Yeah… and the best part? She tried to fight it, but her body was completely alive under our touch. The way her nipples hardened, the way her thighs clenched... She felt it, even if she didn’t want to admit it."


He glanced down at his own hands, still tingling with the memory of her warmth. He clenched his fist as if trying to capture the sensation again. "And her breasts & smooth thighs… man, I swear, when I touched them, it was like electricity ran through her. You could feel the way her body reacted."


Arjun nodded, his smirk turning into a full grin. "Oh yeah. And you saw how she moaned? At first, it was just small, unwilling sounds. But when we started working on her, she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t just us forcing her anymore. Her body was taking over."


Vikram exhaled, shaking his head. "We broke her. And the best part? She knows it. She felt that pleasure. She felt something her husband had never made her feel. And now, no matter how much she tries to deny it, she knows we own her in a way he never will."


Arjun chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And that’s just the beginning. We took her from a simple kiss to completely surrendering in one go. Imagine what we can do next time."


Vikram's eyes gleamed with dark excitement. "She’ll pretend this never happened, but we both know the truth. She felt it. And she’ll remember it."


They both walked away, their bodies still buzzing from the experience, knowing they had completely turned the tables on Meera. They had made her feel something forbidden, something she would never forget. And that knowledge made them hunger for more.


However, beneath their bravado, there were undercurrents of tension. Vikram, ever the more contemplative of the duo, felt a flicker of unease. While he enjoyed the thrill of their conquests, a small voice questioned whether they had crossed a line. He had always seen himself as a man of control, yet in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t help but feel as though they had strayed into dangerous territory. The way Meera’s eyes had momentarily betrayed confusion and conflict lingered in his mind. Was this a game for them, or were they playing with fire?


On the other hand, Arjun was consumed by the moment's excitement. He thrived on the chaos and the power he wielded. They had turned the tables on both Riya and Meera. To him, this conquest marked them as superior in their game of dominance. He imagined the potential of their recordings and how they could use them to assert control whenever they pleased.


The thrill of victory was tinged with a realization that their actions could have consequences beyond their immediate desires. While they may have felt untouchable, there was an undeniable risk in their recklessness. Would Meera and Riya seek revenge? Would someone else step in to protect them?


Arjun and Vikram knew they had opened a Pandora's box that could either solidify their power or lead to their downfall. One wrong move and the very power they Cherished could slip through their fingers, leaving them to the fallout of their own making.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera Looks very similar to this image

[Deepak.kapoor]

Riya, in my eyes

[doctor101]

Hi Deepak Kapoor , you wanted feedback honest suggestions- just give appropriate typical cliche Lower Class Persons Names like Raka, Chhotu, Munna, Shankar, Mohan, Lala, Imran, Abdul, etc. Arjun and Vikram names give image of Sophisticated Upper or Educated Class not lower class. Although both names are very common in all class system. Just a suggestion for future characters introduction. Loved your erotica and looking forward for more erotic adventures with Raghu, Arjun and Vikram and new characters in Blackmailing Situations.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Hi Deepak Kapoor , you wanted feedback honest suggestions- just give appropriate typical cliche Lower Class Persons Names like Raka, Chhotu, Munna, Shankar, Mohan, Lala, Imran, Abdul, etc.  Arjun and  Vikram names give image of Sophisticated Upper or Educated Class not lower class. Although both names are very common in all class system. Just a suggestion for future characters introduction.  Loved your erotica and looking forward for more erotic adventures with Raghu, Arjun and Vikram and new characters in Blackmailing Situations.

Thanks. I will keep this in mind for the future.I did not name the character Imran or Abdul, etc, as there is already too much hatred in society. In my opinion, bad people are present in all religions.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Frustration and Blame

Back in the confines of her home, Meera paced restlessly, her thoughts swirling with frustration and anger. The weight of the events that had unfolded pressed heavily on her chest, and she felt the need to vent her feelings. Still shaken from the ordeal, Riya sat quietly, her eyes downcast, understanding the storm brewing inside her sister-in-law.


“Riya, do you even realize what you’ve done?” Meera’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and disappointment. “This entire mess—everything that happened today—traces back to you and your foolishness!”


Riya looked up, confusion etched on her face. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything wrong...”


“Didn’t do anything wrong?” Meera snapped, cutting her off. “You were the one who got involved with Shankar! Your innocent little crush has spiraled into something dangerous. Did you ever think about the consequences? Did you think for a moment that it wouldn’t come back to haunt you?”


Riya flinched at the harshness in Meera’s tone. She had never seen this side of her sister-in-law before; the protective shield that usually protected her was now replaced by fierce anger. “I just... I thought I was in love,” Riya whispered, her voice barely audible.


“Love?” Meera scoffed, her frustration boiling over. “This isn’t a fairy tale, Riya! This is real life, and real life comes with consequences. Your naivety has put you in danger and drawn me into this mess with Vikram and Arjun. Did you think about that when you were sneaking around with Shankar?”


As Meera’s words hung heavy, Riya felt shame wash over her. Her feelings had blinded her, and now they were causing turmoil in Meera’s life, too.


“I trusted you to be cautious, to think about the repercussions,” Meera continued, pacing back and forth. “Now look where we are! We’re being blackmailed, and I’m forced to face those two just because you couldn’t see past your infatuation. Do you understand how serious this is?”


Riya bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. “I didn’t know it would lead to this. I never wanted to hurt you.”


Meera let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through her long, disheveled hair. "That's the problem, Riya. You never knew! You never thought about what could happen, how dangerous people like them could be!" She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she continued. "Do you know what they did to me today? Do you understand how much they humiliated me? My body... my dignity... everything I had pride in, they took away!"


Silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by Riya’s quiet sobs. Meera’s heart ached for her sister-in-law, but she knew tough love was necessary. The stakes were too high, and they needed to regain control over their lives before it was too late.


“Riya,” Meera finally said, her voice steady but gentle, “we need to devise a plan. We can’t let them control us like this. But you need to promise me—no more reckless decisions. We must handle this together, and I need you to be honest with me from now on. Can you do that?”


Riya nodded slowly, wiping her tears as she took a deep breath. “I promise, Meera. I’ll do better. I want to fix this.”


“Good. We’ll figure this out together,” Meera said, reassuringly touching Riya’s shoulder. She turned away, unable to look at Riya any longer. "Just go, Riya. I need to be alone."


Riya hesitated, guilt tearing at her soul, but eventually, she nodded and left, her quiet sobs fading down the hallway.


Once alone, Meera locked herself in the bathroom, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through her pain. Her fingers shakily unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off her shoulders. Then her hands went to the knot of her sari, unwrapping the fabric from around her waist until it slipped to the floor. She stood there, bare and vulnerable, as she faced the mirror.


The reflection staring back at her was one she no longer recognized.


Her proud, full breasts—once a symbol of her femininity and beauty—felt tainted. Her smooth, unblemished skin, once untouched by anyone but her husband, was now marked with sensations she never wanted to feel. She ran her hands over her arms, over her stomach, remembering the rough, unwanted touches from earlier, and she shuddered in disgust.
Her hands hesitated at her breasts, the memory of Arjun and Vikram’s hands roaming over them flashing through her mind. Her body had reacted to their touch in ways she couldn't explain, in ways that made her feel sick with shame. Why? she thought bitterly. Why did I feel anything?


Tears streamed down her cheeks, her lips trembling as she whispered to herself, "How could you betray me like this?" She clenched her fists, pressing them against the cold sink. "How could my own body... react to them?"


Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. She felt trapped, torn between disgust and a confusing, terrible awareness of the sensations that had awakened inside her. She had always been a woman in control—dignified, strong, untouchable. And now, that illusion had been shattered.


She stepped back, looking at herself entirely. Her curvy figure, her flawless skin—she had always taken pride in how beautiful she was, how much Aarav adored her. But now, she felt like a stranger in her skin.


Her fingers trembled as they brushed over her stomach, remembering Vikram’s touch, his breath against her. She let out a strangled sob, gripping the edge of the counter for support. The thought of what had happened, how she had been forced to respond, burned through her like fire.


She had cried out—she had moaned. Not because she wanted to but because her body had betrayed her.


She wanted to scrub herself clean and erase every touch and moment of weakness, but she knew nothing would take it away. No matter how hard she tried, those sensations and memories were now imprinted on her forever.


She wept openly now, her body shaking as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I’m so sorry, Aarav..." she whispered through her sobs, thinking of her husband. The thought of him made the pain even worse. What would he think if he ever found out what had happened today? Would he still love her? Would he still look at her the same way?


And worst of all—how could she ever look at herself the same way again?