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Chapter-65:
Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.
"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.
"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"
"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.
Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.
"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"
"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.
"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"
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"Sharda, I told you many times already. I cannot help you with such a large amount of money. If only it was something I can afford but, what you asked me, I cannot manage. And one more thing, about the other thing you asked me to do…It's a ‘no’, I cannot and please try to understand me, okay?"
"Madamji, I know of many things that are happening in this Complex, and some of those are bad things that happened to you as well. I can help you, Madamji, please help me on this one thing and I will do everything to help you back, I beg of you”, her maid seemed to be exasperated. “Didi, please, you don't have to do anything at the Basti, just your presence will do, please help me", Sharda started to sob with tears coming out of her eyes.
"Sharda, please stop crying”, Tanvi felt bad for her maid but she also knew there were certain occasions that one needed to be empathetic, and this wasn’t such a scene. “I just can't, Sharda, you are keeping on asking and now crying. It makes me uncomfortable. Please, stop”, she gasped but looking at her poor maid’s face, she just couldn’t stop her real feelings.
“And, what exactly do you want me to do?", Tanvi couldn't figure out why she asked when she had made up her mind on not doing what her maid asked for, and to return back the wretched Basti was the last thing she would consider doing. But, for some unknown reason, her interest was piqued.
"Didi, every year, we conduct this Devi Puja. Almost every women of our Basti and anyone visiting will participate there and enjoy the last activity, it is so wonderful" Sharda’s voice was so excited that it transpired to Tanvi as well
"And, that is...?"
"We all dress up like Devi, Madamji. While wearing that dress, we give ourselves a lot of makeup, that is for mostly men so they can never guess of recognize who is who from amongst us”, Shard half-giggled between her sobbing state and continued…”That is why I am asking you so much because at the end all the men need to reach where Devi’s sit and do the Pooja on us”, she paused again and took a side glance at Tanvi and when she noticed no animosity from her Madamji, she explained a bit more…”All of us women, will just sit and we bless the men, that's all, nothing else"
"What do you mean ‘Puja to us’, and ‘bless them’? What kind of Pooja will those men do to us?", Tanvi was unable to hide the fact that she was intrigued all of a sudden. It was a simple thing to do. She could go as a visitor, and help her Maid, no harm...so far. But an element of sensitivity caressed her cheeks as a danger sign.
"See Didi, usually by evening time that day, we, the women folks will finish up our household activities, and the men will start with their thing...you know...drinking and their own kind of fun. Then, around late night, possibly near to mid-night, all of us, dressed and in make-up, will go to Badi Didi's house, where they will set up a kind of fireplace or a sort of small stage, and with few seats circled on it. We just sit there, and men will come to do Pooja on us, that's all"
"What do you mean, ‘Pooja on us’?", Tanvi wasn't clear about what her Maid was explaining. She knew there was something more to it.
"They will come, one by one, to each of us, and lift our feet to their heads, as if seeking blessings, or sometimes they just come near us and gives us money as their token for our blessings and we bless them, that's all, please Didi, all you have to do is to come there for one or two hours and give them the blessings, that's all", Sharda cunningly avoided explaining more.
"Hmm...I will have to think of this, Sharda. But, now, it's a No"
"Madamji, please, I beg of you. As I told you, I will help you back. There are too many bad people in this Complex who are watching you, and I will return your favour by helping to escape those bad people"
"What do you mean by that Sharda? Who is watching me?", suddenly, Tanvi was nervous.
"I will tell you everything and help you also, but please, before that, you have to agree on this. Let me show you some photos from last year", Sharda made her bargain look solid.
Tanvi saw a photo from where she stood from the worn and torn phone but having a screen on it. She was so sure the image that came over was so recognizable. She almost snatched the phone from Sharda but then slowly returned it back to her maid to avoid showing too much enthusiasm. Once the phone was back to her hand, Sharda scrolled the screen. It was an older model phone with a small display but good enough to see what was in it.
"Who is this woman?", Tanvi asked with a bewildered look.
"It's me, Madam. See, even you could not recognize", Sharda almost laughed.
Tanvi was looking at a woman with a deep red skirt and blouse, adorned with lots of duplicate gold or bronze jewellery around her navel. If it was Sharda, as she said, the woman in the photo hardly resembled her. Her face was covered with a sort of orange-maroon color, clearly masking who it really was, she wasn’t wearing any blouse inside but her saree or whatever cloth it was covering her breasts but clearly providing the outline of her breasts. By looking at it, Tanvi was sure that her nipples would've been exposed if half an inch or more of that pallu was in disarray. The same saree was tied a bit too low at the centre of her belly, almost and dangerously close to her groin as she clearly noticed, and ended just above her knees with a bit of her thick, brown thighs exposed and the rest of her legs to feet covered in that orange-maroon color.
“Can you say it’s me, Didi?”
Tanvi shook her head with disbelief. In no way, the photo resembled her Maid.
“See”, with added enthusiasm Sharda scrolled through, Tanvi was shocked to see a heavy set woman in the same attire, those massive breasts were unmistakable anywhere. Upon closer look, she recognized Safiyaji.
"Is this Safiyaji?", Tanvi asked with a stunned shock in her voice.
"Oh yes, yes. It is. Last year, Safiyaji helped me and nothing bad happened, you know", Sharda was clearly edging her Madam on with all the photos and sugar coated words.. She clearly avoided further questioning from Tanvi about what happened afterwards. If Tanvi asked, then she was scared that she would've to spill the aftermath of the Devi Puja...she kept her lips tight.
The more Tanvi peered into the photo, the more confident she became. The picture, except the larger presence of her voluptuousness, showed that it definitely was Safiya. Her face was equally masked, but the way her breasts were held inside the flimsy pallu, it was too erotic and vulgar, and her thick legs and calves, the hem of the saree or that cloth hardly reached at her mid-thigh, as she was a large woman. But, overall, it seemed to be a harmless event.
"Will you please help me, Didi?", Sharda pressed once again.
"No, Sharda. At this moment, I cannot agree. But, I will think about it. That's all I can say now", Tanvi sat back. She felt a bit better that she was able to make a decision, even though small, and seemed like nothing, she felt better.
"Ji Didi, I will wait for you"
"Sharda, you don't have to come tomorrow okay, it's only me and nothing to do here", Tanvi gave her some money to keep her at bay.
Once Sharda left, Tanvi had her lunch, her thoughts wandered around the Devi Pooja, and the photos that her maid showed her. The images of Sharda, Safiyaji and other women were already etched inside her head. The more she thought of it, she felt the unwanted burning sensations rising from her groin. She knew such thoughts should be pushed away, as that was the only method to stop herself from doing anything nasty which she would regret later. She deliberately avoided further thoughts of it, and slept off. She needed that one good sleep very badly, and with Kids gone, there was some peace. Other part of that peaceful rest was because even though she thought of going to Gym, then decided against it because if Khurram was there, it would be another repetition of the previous day, and she was sure, this time, if he wouldn't do much, she would lose herself to her unwanted and filthy cravings.
While lying on her bed, lots of unanswerable questions came into her head. "What have I turned into? What would happen to my life, my Kids, once someone finds out what I did? Would I even have a life to call it, life? Do I really want to become that old man's woman, like a 'slut' that Sanjoth called me? Otherwise, why would I do things I have done? Parading naked to the whole world...spreading my legs to the nasty low-life Dattu, like a cheap whore? I did suck his thing...I sucked Abhi...I drank his liquid...then I sucked Mehtaji...and drank his dirty juice as well, and then the very same night, I sucked and licked Dattu's milk too, and now, today, I slurped and drank that nasty old man's cum. It was so dense, so pungent smelling...Oh-God...not once, but I did it twice already...I have done things with Khurram without even him making me do it...am I really such a low willed woman? Who am I? But, my Obi-san (Grandmother) told me that it was me, and the power was within me...but didn't she also say that my Grandfather was a man similar to Khurram? What does it mean? Should I allow Khurram to claim me from Sanjoth? My-God...why am I thinking of his thing all over again? Why did I think of Dattu when Khurram forced me onto his thing? Am I a real whore of such low morale?", Tanvi didn't realize when she dozed off with all the conflicting thoughts till she woke up with a start, hearing something, someone!
"Tanvi, are you sleeping?", the heavy voice from outside made her blink her eyes and wake up from her slumber. She blinked her eyes to check the time and was shocked to see it was almost 8pm, night. She slept through the afternoon till early evening.
"Open the door, Tanvi. I know you are inside", Khurram wasn't angry, but his heavy voice made the blood rush into her head, clearly making her unable to decide on any action. She cursed herself for not planning ahead if he approached again.
Tanvi took the first few steps towards her living room door, she heard her voice cursing herself again while taking a quick glimpse at what she was wearing. It was not something that she wanted to wear when going near Khurram.
She had a grey house-gown that reached mid-knee level, with a cotton bra inside and a normal panty down there, both normal ones...but, the problem was the house-gown itself, though normal one, the material was not thick, it was much easier to see her insides on a closer look. She had kept this one away and avoided wearing it for more than a year when Sanjoth pointed it and squashed her breasts when kids were in living room. But, during her confused and escalated state of mind, she just picked it and wore it without much back-thoughts and when she started walking towards the door, she felt way too vulnerable, too exposed as she saw herself. She was sure that the view she would present to the old man would not be a good one. With doubtful and soft steps, she reached next to the main door, and looked outside.
Her knees trembled!
Her heart almost stopped!
Khurram was standing outside the grille, in his shorts and a tee-shirt, along with a wide grin on his face.
She felt the heat on her skin immediately. It was like a hot crawling feeling as she clearly caught the old man taking a good, quick glance at her exposed feet to ankles, then moving with electric pace to her hips where her panty was visible and then taking one sharp look right at her bra, she recognized it, he was clearly capturing an image of her breasts as last note.
"Open the grille, Tanvi"
"Khurramji, no. I can't", she felt her heart beating like loud trumpets.
"Tanvi, I am not here to apologise. Let me make it clear. But, I think we need to talk this out between us, open this"
"Khurramji, no. There isn't anything to talk about between us. I made myself clear yesterday. There is nothing that I will do or want to do anything with you in this life. Please go away from here, you are making me really uncomfortable, Khurramji"
"Tanvi, you are making this hard for both of us. See, I am here to listen, and you are not allowing it. What about tomorrow? Will you stay inside like this? Forever?? We both know, it won't be the case. So, I am asking you in a nice way, open this grille and let's have a coffee, and talk this out"
"I know very well what will happen if I open this door, Khurramji. I told you there is nothing that need a discussion between us, kindly go away to your, please"
"Okay Tanvi, I shall. But, do you prefer to have this discussion done by a Lawyer? Trust me, I will make your life a bitch, you will be forced to live a life that you never intended to, think carefully, and open this grille, now". Khurram felt his scrotum hardening even with the young mother fully dressed. Her yellowish-pale skin was that much alluring and inviting him. Right at that moment, all he wanted to do was to pull the grille out, which he could, and tear past the door and engulf her to quench that dark and filthy imaginations of how he would take her. That was the only thought that came to his depraved mind.
His words became swords that hit and penetrated into her soul. "Lawyer? But why a Lawyer?", the question was negligible at that moment but it bothered her much.
"What would be the worst outcome, Tanvi? Think about it clearly. You don't want your children to grow up with the knowledge that their Mother was a slut, do you?"
She couldn't bear the thought of what the old man just uttered, she heard her sobs rising immediately.
"So Tanvi, open this damn door now, or else I do just like what I said, and I think you don't want it that way", he paused. "All I need is a good drink, and a good talk, that's all", Khurram growled and his overall demeanour made her knees shudder with fear.
Out of all her thoughts one point was crystal clear to Tanvi. Something bad was coming at her...
Tanvi couldn't make up her mind on her next move!
She couldn't figure out what she had to do!
Khurram’s presence loomed over her!
Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.
"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.
"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"
"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.
Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.
"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"
"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.
"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"
===============================
"Sharda, I told you many times already. I cannot help you with such a large amount of money. If only it was something I can afford but, what you asked me, I cannot manage. And one more thing, about the other thing you asked me to do…It's a ‘no’, I cannot and please try to understand me, okay?"
"Madamji, I know of many things that are happening in this Complex, and some of those are bad things that happened to you as well. I can help you, Madamji, please help me on this one thing and I will do everything to help you back, I beg of you”, her maid seemed to be exasperated. “Didi, please, you don't have to do anything at the Basti, just your presence will do, please help me", Sharda started to sob with tears coming out of her eyes.
"Sharda, please stop crying”, Tanvi felt bad for her maid but she also knew there were certain occasions that one needed to be empathetic, and this wasn’t such a scene. “I just can't, Sharda, you are keeping on asking and now crying. It makes me uncomfortable. Please, stop”, she gasped but looking at her poor maid’s face, she just couldn’t stop her real feelings.
“And, what exactly do you want me to do?", Tanvi couldn't figure out why she asked when she had made up her mind on not doing what her maid asked for, and to return back the wretched Basti was the last thing she would consider doing. But, for some unknown reason, her interest was piqued.
"Didi, every year, we conduct this Devi Puja. Almost every women of our Basti and anyone visiting will participate there and enjoy the last activity, it is so wonderful" Sharda’s voice was so excited that it transpired to Tanvi as well
"And, that is...?"
"We all dress up like Devi, Madamji. While wearing that dress, we give ourselves a lot of makeup, that is for mostly men so they can never guess of recognize who is who from amongst us”, Shard half-giggled between her sobbing state and continued…”That is why I am asking you so much because at the end all the men need to reach where Devi’s sit and do the Pooja on us”, she paused again and took a side glance at Tanvi and when she noticed no animosity from her Madamji, she explained a bit more…”All of us women, will just sit and we bless the men, that's all, nothing else"
"What do you mean ‘Puja to us’, and ‘bless them’? What kind of Pooja will those men do to us?", Tanvi was unable to hide the fact that she was intrigued all of a sudden. It was a simple thing to do. She could go as a visitor, and help her Maid, no harm...so far. But an element of sensitivity caressed her cheeks as a danger sign.
"See Didi, usually by evening time that day, we, the women folks will finish up our household activities, and the men will start with their thing...you know...drinking and their own kind of fun. Then, around late night, possibly near to mid-night, all of us, dressed and in make-up, will go to Badi Didi's house, where they will set up a kind of fireplace or a sort of small stage, and with few seats circled on it. We just sit there, and men will come to do Pooja on us, that's all"
"What do you mean, ‘Pooja on us’?", Tanvi wasn't clear about what her Maid was explaining. She knew there was something more to it.
"They will come, one by one, to each of us, and lift our feet to their heads, as if seeking blessings, or sometimes they just come near us and gives us money as their token for our blessings and we bless them, that's all, please Didi, all you have to do is to come there for one or two hours and give them the blessings, that's all", Sharda cunningly avoided explaining more.
"Hmm...I will have to think of this, Sharda. But, now, it's a No"
"Madamji, please, I beg of you. As I told you, I will help you back. There are too many bad people in this Complex who are watching you, and I will return your favour by helping to escape those bad people"
"What do you mean by that Sharda? Who is watching me?", suddenly, Tanvi was nervous.
"I will tell you everything and help you also, but please, before that, you have to agree on this. Let me show you some photos from last year", Sharda made her bargain look solid.
Tanvi saw a photo from where she stood from the worn and torn phone but having a screen on it. She was so sure the image that came over was so recognizable. She almost snatched the phone from Sharda but then slowly returned it back to her maid to avoid showing too much enthusiasm. Once the phone was back to her hand, Sharda scrolled the screen. It was an older model phone with a small display but good enough to see what was in it.
"Who is this woman?", Tanvi asked with a bewildered look.
"It's me, Madam. See, even you could not recognize", Sharda almost laughed.
Tanvi was looking at a woman with a deep red skirt and blouse, adorned with lots of duplicate gold or bronze jewellery around her navel. If it was Sharda, as she said, the woman in the photo hardly resembled her. Her face was covered with a sort of orange-maroon color, clearly masking who it really was, she wasn’t wearing any blouse inside but her saree or whatever cloth it was covering her breasts but clearly providing the outline of her breasts. By looking at it, Tanvi was sure that her nipples would've been exposed if half an inch or more of that pallu was in disarray. The same saree was tied a bit too low at the centre of her belly, almost and dangerously close to her groin as she clearly noticed, and ended just above her knees with a bit of her thick, brown thighs exposed and the rest of her legs to feet covered in that orange-maroon color.
“Can you say it’s me, Didi?”
Tanvi shook her head with disbelief. In no way, the photo resembled her Maid.
“See”, with added enthusiasm Sharda scrolled through, Tanvi was shocked to see a heavy set woman in the same attire, those massive breasts were unmistakable anywhere. Upon closer look, she recognized Safiyaji.
"Is this Safiyaji?", Tanvi asked with a stunned shock in her voice.
"Oh yes, yes. It is. Last year, Safiyaji helped me and nothing bad happened, you know", Sharda was clearly edging her Madam on with all the photos and sugar coated words.. She clearly avoided further questioning from Tanvi about what happened afterwards. If Tanvi asked, then she was scared that she would've to spill the aftermath of the Devi Puja...she kept her lips tight.
The more Tanvi peered into the photo, the more confident she became. The picture, except the larger presence of her voluptuousness, showed that it definitely was Safiya. Her face was equally masked, but the way her breasts were held inside the flimsy pallu, it was too erotic and vulgar, and her thick legs and calves, the hem of the saree or that cloth hardly reached at her mid-thigh, as she was a large woman. But, overall, it seemed to be a harmless event.
"Will you please help me, Didi?", Sharda pressed once again.
"No, Sharda. At this moment, I cannot agree. But, I will think about it. That's all I can say now", Tanvi sat back. She felt a bit better that she was able to make a decision, even though small, and seemed like nothing, she felt better.
"Ji Didi, I will wait for you"
"Sharda, you don't have to come tomorrow okay, it's only me and nothing to do here", Tanvi gave her some money to keep her at bay.
Once Sharda left, Tanvi had her lunch, her thoughts wandered around the Devi Pooja, and the photos that her maid showed her. The images of Sharda, Safiyaji and other women were already etched inside her head. The more she thought of it, she felt the unwanted burning sensations rising from her groin. She knew such thoughts should be pushed away, as that was the only method to stop herself from doing anything nasty which she would regret later. She deliberately avoided further thoughts of it, and slept off. She needed that one good sleep very badly, and with Kids gone, there was some peace. Other part of that peaceful rest was because even though she thought of going to Gym, then decided against it because if Khurram was there, it would be another repetition of the previous day, and she was sure, this time, if he wouldn't do much, she would lose herself to her unwanted and filthy cravings.
While lying on her bed, lots of unanswerable questions came into her head. "What have I turned into? What would happen to my life, my Kids, once someone finds out what I did? Would I even have a life to call it, life? Do I really want to become that old man's woman, like a 'slut' that Sanjoth called me? Otherwise, why would I do things I have done? Parading naked to the whole world...spreading my legs to the nasty low-life Dattu, like a cheap whore? I did suck his thing...I sucked Abhi...I drank his liquid...then I sucked Mehtaji...and drank his dirty juice as well, and then the very same night, I sucked and licked Dattu's milk too, and now, today, I slurped and drank that nasty old man's cum. It was so dense, so pungent smelling...Oh-God...not once, but I did it twice already...I have done things with Khurram without even him making me do it...am I really such a low willed woman? Who am I? But, my Obi-san (Grandmother) told me that it was me, and the power was within me...but didn't she also say that my Grandfather was a man similar to Khurram? What does it mean? Should I allow Khurram to claim me from Sanjoth? My-God...why am I thinking of his thing all over again? Why did I think of Dattu when Khurram forced me onto his thing? Am I a real whore of such low morale?", Tanvi didn't realize when she dozed off with all the conflicting thoughts till she woke up with a start, hearing something, someone!
"Tanvi, are you sleeping?", the heavy voice from outside made her blink her eyes and wake up from her slumber. She blinked her eyes to check the time and was shocked to see it was almost 8pm, night. She slept through the afternoon till early evening.
"Open the door, Tanvi. I know you are inside", Khurram wasn't angry, but his heavy voice made the blood rush into her head, clearly making her unable to decide on any action. She cursed herself for not planning ahead if he approached again.
Tanvi took the first few steps towards her living room door, she heard her voice cursing herself again while taking a quick glimpse at what she was wearing. It was not something that she wanted to wear when going near Khurram.
She had a grey house-gown that reached mid-knee level, with a cotton bra inside and a normal panty down there, both normal ones...but, the problem was the house-gown itself, though normal one, the material was not thick, it was much easier to see her insides on a closer look. She had kept this one away and avoided wearing it for more than a year when Sanjoth pointed it and squashed her breasts when kids were in living room. But, during her confused and escalated state of mind, she just picked it and wore it without much back-thoughts and when she started walking towards the door, she felt way too vulnerable, too exposed as she saw herself. She was sure that the view she would present to the old man would not be a good one. With doubtful and soft steps, she reached next to the main door, and looked outside.
Her knees trembled!
Her heart almost stopped!
Khurram was standing outside the grille, in his shorts and a tee-shirt, along with a wide grin on his face.
She felt the heat on her skin immediately. It was like a hot crawling feeling as she clearly caught the old man taking a good, quick glance at her exposed feet to ankles, then moving with electric pace to her hips where her panty was visible and then taking one sharp look right at her bra, she recognized it, he was clearly capturing an image of her breasts as last note.
"Open the grille, Tanvi"
"Khurramji, no. I can't", she felt her heart beating like loud trumpets.
"Tanvi, I am not here to apologise. Let me make it clear. But, I think we need to talk this out between us, open this"
"Khurramji, no. There isn't anything to talk about between us. I made myself clear yesterday. There is nothing that I will do or want to do anything with you in this life. Please go away from here, you are making me really uncomfortable, Khurramji"
"Tanvi, you are making this hard for both of us. See, I am here to listen, and you are not allowing it. What about tomorrow? Will you stay inside like this? Forever?? We both know, it won't be the case. So, I am asking you in a nice way, open this grille and let's have a coffee, and talk this out"
"I know very well what will happen if I open this door, Khurramji. I told you there is nothing that need a discussion between us, kindly go away to your, please"
"Okay Tanvi, I shall. But, do you prefer to have this discussion done by a Lawyer? Trust me, I will make your life a bitch, you will be forced to live a life that you never intended to, think carefully, and open this grille, now". Khurram felt his scrotum hardening even with the young mother fully dressed. Her yellowish-pale skin was that much alluring and inviting him. Right at that moment, all he wanted to do was to pull the grille out, which he could, and tear past the door and engulf her to quench that dark and filthy imaginations of how he would take her. That was the only thought that came to his depraved mind.
His words became swords that hit and penetrated into her soul. "Lawyer? But why a Lawyer?", the question was negligible at that moment but it bothered her much.
"What would be the worst outcome, Tanvi? Think about it clearly. You don't want your children to grow up with the knowledge that their Mother was a slut, do you?"
She couldn't bear the thought of what the old man just uttered, she heard her sobs rising immediately.
"So Tanvi, open this damn door now, or else I do just like what I said, and I think you don't want it that way", he paused. "All I need is a good drink, and a good talk, that's all", Khurram growled and his overall demeanour made her knees shudder with fear.
Out of all her thoughts one point was crystal clear to Tanvi. Something bad was coming at her...
Tanvi couldn't make up her mind on her next move!
She couldn't figure out what she had to do!
Khurram’s presence loomed over her!
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