Speak with me; I own this voice.
- Yuhaan Qureshi
"Strip," he stared dominantly at the small, shivering figure.
"I..." she stuttered, delicately playing with the hem of her dress, desperately avoiding the piercing gaze that watched her like a hawk.
"I've already told you, Roohani Yuhaan Qureshi. When you enter this fucking room, I demand your clothes to be shed," his eyes narrowed as he fixated on the drained young girl.
"Mh." She struggled to find her voice, but her dry lips betrayed her, rendering her words silent.
"Eyes on me, My Mirage . You know I despise your silence. While you may get away with it around others, I crave the sound of your voice. Do you understand?" His voice rose, emanating an air of darkness, as if he were a devil ready to devour her sins.
"Thud!"
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Roohani, an eighteen-year-old Hindu girl, born deaf and choosing to remain mute, possesses a deep passion for dancing and an unwavering love for her parents. However, her world of dreams is shattered when she encounters a devil in disguise.
Yuhaan Asad Qureshi, a twenty-eight-year-old Muslim man true to his word, holds his family above all else. But his life takes an unforeseen turn with the arrival of a long-forgotten cousin.
As they stumble into a realm of passion, dominance, and limitless boundaries, their destinies intertwine, leaving them both vulnerable and uncertain.
{Warning: The contents of this story are entirely fictional. It is not intended to depict or criticise any religion. Reader discretion is advised.}All Rights Reserved