His Obsession, Her Taboo

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s sudden call, and I turned to see him lounging on the couch, legs spread wide, the remote in his hand, his gaze fixed on

t want to upset him, fearing he might retaliate in some way. I remained still for what felt like an eternity, resisting the temptation to check the time or break the si

were a whirlwind, and I was uncertain of his feelings as well. Yet, I was confident I hadn't done anything wrong. I was dressed exactly as he preferred, my hijab covering my head and neck completely, leaving no

ce, while my matching hijab was neatly pinned, framing my face with modesty and grace. Or was it the lack of niqab? Malik hadn't explicitly mentioned it. This wasn't the first time he had overlooked details, often leaving me in the dark. When I followed his instruc

you," I replied, not out of genuine sentiment but out of fear. Yes, fear was the only thing that bound us now, not love, not faith, but sheer terror of what would happen if I left him. The thought of my life unraveling, of becoming worthless again like before I met him, haunted me. Sometimes, I found my

wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until I saw the light fade from his eyes, but I wasn't strong enough for that. He knew it, and I knew it, there was nothing I could do. "Bend over that couch; I want to be insid

d and pressing me against the couch. He arched my back and lifted my Abaya, the cold air of the room send

s the only thing you should be good for." He spoke, but I remained silent, simply lying there. Then he pulled

g like a wild animal and spewing a stream of gibberish. I managed to feign a moan here and there, but there was no real pleasure to be found. His movements were always offbeat, and he had convinced me

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Grand Estate of the Rosetti mansion. The weight of what had just happened felt heavy in my chest. I c

treets. As I stood before the grand gates, disbelief mingled with dread. Was this truly a chance for freedom, or merely another cage disguised in luxury?

loomed before me, an embodiment of opulence that both dazzled and intimidated. I couldn't shake the unease twisting in my st

, snapping me out of my thoughts. I swallowed har

ned for, a mix of excitement and trepidation surged through me. This could be my opportunity to escape the past, or it could plunge me deepe