His Forced Biwi • 18+ [Completed✓]

41 || Nupur almost gets raped

NUPUR

My body felt heavy, as though weighed down by an invisible force. My mind was clouded, and I could barely remember where I was or how I got here.

The cold ground beneath me was rough against my skin, but it wasn’t the cold that woke me—it was something else, something... wrong.

At first, it was just a tugging sensation, distant and hazy, as if I was floating between dreams and reality.

Then I felt it again, sharper this time, and my eyes fluttered open.

The world around me was dim and disorienting, the jungle thick with shadows.

My head throbbed, my body weak from hunger and exhaustion.

I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. I could barely lift my hand.

And then I saw them.

Two men—strangers—standing over me, their faces twisted with something vile.

My heart stopped as I realized what they were doing.

One of them was kneeling beside me, his rough hands fumbling with the waistband of my pants, his breath hot and stinking in the air between us. The other stood nearby, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

A wave of cold terror surged through me, sharper than anything I’d ever felt before.

No.

This couldn’t be happening. I tried to move, but my body refused to listen. My heart was pounding so loudly I thought it might burst from my chest, but my limbs were useless, heavy with exhaustion.

I wanted to scream, to kick, to fight—but I was too weak. Too helpless.

The man pulling at my pants let out a low chuckle, his fingers brushing against my bare skin, and a shiver of revulsion raced down my spine.

No!

My mind screamed, even as my body remained frozen. Panic surged through me, choking my thoughts, turning everything into a blur of fear.

“Dekh,” one of them sneered, his voice thick with lust.

“Humne kaha tha na, laundiya hai.”

His words hit me like a blow, and the sickening realization of what was about to happen ripped through me.

They thought I was just a helpless body, a helpless woman, easy prey in the middle of the jungle.

But I wasn’t helpless.

I couldn’t be.

Not now. Not here.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I forced my hands to move.

My fingers twitched, curling into fists as I struggled against the fog clouding my mind.

The man kneeling over me tugged harder at my pants, and the sensation of his filthy hands on my skin sent a violent surge of adrenaline through my veins.