♡First Book of {Miracles in the Dark} Series♡
Can be read as a Standalone too.
This is a BxB book.
Started- 17 Mar 2024, Sunday
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I said while looking at the sky covered with clouds, "The nature is looking breath-taking."
He replied, voice sof...
Hello Readers, How are you all? I am back. My exams are finally over and I will be regular from now on. Did you guys miss me, btw?
We have completed 30 chapters of LAH. Congratulations!!! Secondly, I am thinking to start ATED.
New Schedule:-
Love After Hate- Every Sunday
Arose the Echoing Desires- Saturday (Once in two weeks or maybe three)
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Now, let's begin.
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Ishaan's POV
My breathing became erratic just as I felt someone's hand on my lower abdomen. The goosebumps on my skin rose as I felt a strong pain shooting throughout my body. With the tick of the clock, I found myself in that same bed, hands tied up, clothes tore up into pieces and my eyes begging for a last chance; a chance to survival; a chance for mercy.
My skin burning with those touches as I felt myself breaking into pieces, pieces that can never join again. He looked at me, eyes filled with lust and rage as he continued to thrust inside of me. I cried out in pain, asking him to forgive me, to leave me, to stop this torture.
Why is he doing this to me? Just why? What have I done to him? He said, he loved me, right? Said that, we would make a great couple. I groaned, "Pl-ease, pleas-e stop... It hurts-so much." He smirked, eyes sparkling as he grabbed his favourite lighter in his hand. The lighter, it was the same lighter with which he lit my very first cigarette and told me that it has become the favourite of his, since then.
His smirk widened as he brought the lighter closer to my chest and made a burnt mark. My nails dug deeper inside my palm as I sobbed. He exclaimed, "I know you like it rough baby. You know what, you look so pretty." I shook my head in denial. His eyes turned pitch black in anger as he held my jaw with his hand, forcing me to look at him. With a psychotic smile, he whispered, "You are looking pretty, right?"
He made me nod my head in agreement with brute force then continued to thrust inside of me. My body grew hotter with each passing second and I couldn't resist the urge to scratch my skin, rip my soul so that I could stop feeling this way.
And with a tick, I landed back on my bed, but this time with fingers gliding on my face. I tried to breathe, but my chest burned and constricted more with each try. It is just a dream, just a nightmare. Calm down Ishaan! Forget about it! Come back! I continued to whisper these sentences inside my head only to take a pause when someone whispered, "Welcome Back, doll." Wai-t what...
"Missed me? Aww, I know you did. How was your trip?", he asked me in a low pitch; making my heart burst into loud thumps. I wiggled and turned but that nightmare never vanished. It feels so real, as if this is happening in reality, right now, in my room.
