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Khushi POV

It’s been a week since I last saw him. After that day, he never disturbed me .Maybe he’s busy with another one of his “toys.”

"What are you thinking about, girl?" Priya asked, snapping me out of my thoughts

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"You’ve been acting strange for the past two weeks. Always lost in thought," she pressed.

I couldn't tell her the truth. What would she think of me? Probably that I’m a slut. So I said nothing.

"Our board exams are next month, you know. We need to study hard if we want top marks. Let’s do combined studies," she suggested.

"Yeah, we’ll get into a good college," I agreed, and we exchanged a high-five.

"No other college but VR, Khushi. We’ll be able to see Sultan in person. Isn’t he just so handsome 😍?" she sighed dreamily.

Handsome? He’s not handsome; he’s a beast, I thought to myself but smiled awkwardly at her.

**After College:**

I walked alone to my hostel. Priya stayed behind in the library to finish studying D- and F-block elements. She said she’d join me later.

My phone rang, his name flashing across the screen.

Monster😈

"Where are you?" he asked, his voice commanding.

"I’m on my way to the hostel," I replied.

"Wait there. I’m coming," he said before abruptly hanging up.

I stood on the sidewalk, unsure of what to do. A sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up beside me. Of course, he owned the most expensive car in the city, costing around 200 crores. Rich people, rich things.

"Get in," he ordered, without even looking up from his phone.

I crossed my arms, standing my ground.

"So you want everyone to know about us?" he said, stepping out of the car.

"No, no!" I rushed to stop him and quickly got into the car.

We sat in silence as he drove.

He took me to the beach.When the Sultan arrives, who would dare be there?

We began walking along the shore.

"So, have you decided yet, Sultan ji?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Decided about what, little rabbit?" he said casually.

I stopped in my tracks, staring at him in disbelief. Is he serious?

"About me! I can’t keep being your... your toy," I shouted.

"Khushi, I promise it won’t happen again," he said, trying to calm me down.

"Don’t come near me! Don’t you understand? What if something had happened that day? What would you have done? Nothing, because I mean nothing to you! But what about my family? I’m their world,"

I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Khushi, I’ll protect you, I swear," he said, his tone softer.

"Protect me? From who, Sultan ji? Do you even know why they dared to hurt me? It was because of you!"

I pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Because you said I was your new toy, that’s why. I’m not a toy or a doll for you to play with, understand?"

"Let me ask you something. Answer honestly," I said, my voice trembling.

He nodded.

"What will you do if any call your sister as a slut , huhh ?? Sorry to say this , but what will you do if someone called your mother a slut , whore?"

"Khushi!" he roared, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Exactly. So what about my family? They’d be shattered if they found out. People will call me names, treat me like prostitute. But I’m not!"

I broke down, my tears flowing freely.

"What do you want, Khushi? Just tell me," he asked, his voice more sincere now.

I looked at him, my heart heavy 💔.

"Then leave me. End this one-year deal. No one needs to know," I pleaded.

"I won’t, Khushi. I will never leave you."

I stared at him, shocked. What is wrong with him?

"Why? You’ve already taken my virginity from me. What more do you want?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I don’t know, Khushi. But I’m not letting you go."

I stood up, walking towards the water, desperation filling me.

"Where are you going?" he called out, chasing after me.

"I will die rather than living with you named as whore" I shouted, stepping deeper into the water.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to his chest.

"I have a solution. After this, no one will dare say anything about you again," he said firmly.

"What’s the solution?" I asked, breathless.

"Be my girlfriend. Be my woman," he said, his eyes locked on mine.

"What? No, Sultan ji, I won’t agree to that!" I protested.

"If you’re my girlfriend, no one will have the courage to say anything. No one will ever look down on you again," he explained.

I remained silent, thinking.

"Fine. But only for one year," I finally agreed, hoping this would be my way out.

"Good. From now on, you’re my girlfriend," he said, as if it were final.

"Contract girlfriend, for one year," I corrected.

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