The Quest OF DESEO

ne and judging us like they are some kind of saint, taken birth for world's welfare.' Diksha seethed, r

back profile. There are floors on floors with glass windows, balconies overlooking the marvelous

hts of CCTV and avert to the opposite direction with a heavy heart. It is not only under heavy s

mpers the whole experience. Though I have been surrounded by luxury my

ll when I was seduced by Vachaspati. The day I lo

ress to cover the glass-shaped legs. Her naturally beautiful eyes are disguised into cat eye

. I take a glance at my appearance. If Diksha looks like a stark image of

butt, I am as scantily dressed as a prostitute should be. The dress hugs my dress n

d blouse. Ayesha has been prohibited from wearing undergarments. Even the shape

rape us?' Diksha voic

ouch us. I have been protecting my dignity with every drop of blood I have in my body. I canno

s why she was adamantly against the idea of us stepping on the pole. She has been in the busines

sha?' I ask, peering at the entrance where the women

Diksha huffs wi

go through this one night. Even if we are used tonight, remember we are doing it to avenge. It will not make us anymore less pure. If having sex is the only way out,

roaching us with a high-tech machine gun positi