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Aesthetics
Nyra-His Cursed Love
"Aap janwar ho ya insaan?!" He didn't even flinch. His eyes remained on the road, expression bored, as though my words were nothing more than the wind. "Kya sunayi nahi de raha hai?" I snapped again, my voice breaking. "Dekhiye, jaise aapne itni aasaani se shaadi ki hai humse, waise hi aasaani se hum aapko aur iss shaadi ko chhod denge!" The car screeched to a halt, throwing me against the seatbelt. My breath caught. The door slammed open, and before I could make sense of anything, he was at my side. In a blur, Ajay yanked me out of the car and shoved me against the cold metal door. His hand gripped my neck-not harsh enough to hurt, but firm enough to steal my air. I gasped at the suddenness, my body trembling under his hold. His eyes burned into mine, and when he spoke, it wasn't human-it was a growl, low and animalistic. "Kuch bhi sochne ka ya karne ka haq ab tumhara nahi hai, Nyra." The way my name rolled off his tongue sent a chilling shiver down my spine. For the first time, I realized-this wasn't just anger. "Sirf Mera hai" This was a warning.
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