Dev didn't wait for her to reply. He stepped onto the low jute cot, the old wooden frame creaking sharply under his immense weight, and pinned her body flat against the mattress. His large, rough hands grabbed her wrists, forcing them high above her head and trapping them against the cold brick wall in a single, unyielding grip.
"Saab... dhyan se... malkin upar hain... agar unhone..." Piya whimpered, her voice cracking as the sheer size of his hard chest pressed down on her small, soft frame. Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs, a wild cocktail of terror and desperate, undeniable longing rendering her completely helpless beneath him. (Sir... be careful... mistress is upstairs... if she...)
My parents are going through a separation, and it has been a difficult and overwhelming time for my family. Iβve always felt uncomfortable asking them for money especially now, so I wanted to take responsibility for myself and become financially independent. Even if I canβt support myself entirely yet, I want to contribute in whatever way I can and ease some of the burden.
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