Mumbai's night skyline glittered like a lover's lie—pretty on the surface, poisonous underneath.
Behind glass towers and legacy walls, beneath silk suits and billion-dollar smiles, the city bled secrets. Some were buried.
Some were festering.
Waiting to burn.
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The first time he touched me, I shattered. His hands — greedy. His mouth — dirty. His eyes — worshipping me like a goddess meant to be ruined. I came on his tongue, on his cock, on his fingers and on everything he let me. And I'd do it again. Every night. Until there’s nothing left of me but him.
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