The birds kept chirping outside, oblivious, cheerful little sounds that felt like mockery against the heavy silence inside the room. Maya’s heart hammered so loud she was sure it would wake him—if he wasn’t already awake. His arm was a steel band around her waist, fingers splayed possessively over her bare stomach, holding her flush against his chest. Every shallow breath she took pressed her back harder into the solid wall of him; she could feel the slow, steady thump of his heartbeat right between her shoulder blades, syncing with hers in a way that made her throat tighten.
Last night replayed in brutal flashes behind her closed lids: her screams echoing off the thin walls, his name tearing from her throat over and over, the wet slap of skin, the way the whole mohalla must have frozen in their beds, listening. She’d come undone so completely, so shamelessly. What was left to hide now?
😸🧡I feed stray animals, and a good portion of what I earn goes toward their care. If you’d like to support this cause, you can contribute with a donation—it would mean a lot to them and me!🤎🐶
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