The next morning, steam filled the bathroom as Rudra stood under the tap, eyes closed. Priya stood a step behind him, silent, holding the soap. He didn't look at her when he spoke.
"Rub my back," he said casually. Then, sharper, "You won't let me touch you, at least be a responsible wife."
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Raghunath caught the edge of Laxmi's saree pallu as she walked past him, silently pulling her inside the room. She turned to glare at him, but he only watched her with that familiar possessive look. "Bring me coffee," he said. Laxmi folded her arms. "Go and ask your girlfriend. His eyebrows lifted, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Possessive much?" he asked, stepping closer. She looked away, silently hurt in her eyes . Raghunath smiled softly, lifted her chin, and kissed her lovingly before she could say another word.
Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.
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