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Punishment. Punishment. Punishment
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Chapter 17
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“Kapde utar,”he said coldly. ["Strip"] Trisha’s hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Vardaan stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. “Muh khol.” ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. “Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai muh khol warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with another one. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Vardaan wasn't a husband, no longer the man she loved for years. He was a monster. And she was trapped.
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