Icebound Desire

Chapter 13: Secrets of the Past

The next two days were tense. Siddharth had become more possessive. He kept texting Anamika every few hours and gave death stares to Karan during practice. Anamika felt trapped between her growing feelings for Siddharth and the fear of her past coming out.

During evening practice, Karan again found a chance when Siddharth was busy with the coach.

He came close to Anamika and said in a low voice, “Still acting innocent, huh? Rohan told me everything. How you used to beg him to f**k you hard in his car. How you loved it rough.”

Anamika’s face turned pale. Memories came rushing back.

Flashback:

Two years ago…

Rohan had pinned Anamika against the wall of his apartment. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Anamika,” he had growled while tearing off her clothes. Karan was sitting on the couch watching them, stroking himself.

Rohan had f****d her hard from behind while Karan watched. Later Karan had joined too. They took turns with her that night — Rohan in her p***y, Karan making her suck his c**k. Anamika was drunk and heartbroken that night. She let them use her body to forget her pain. But the next day Rohan leaked her photos and called her cheap.

Back to present:

Anamika’s hands were shaking. “Stay away from me, Karan. That was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Karan smirked. “Does your new boyfriend Siddharth know what a c**k-hungry slut you were? Should I tell him how you moaned when we both f****d you?”

Before Anamika could reply, Siddharth appeared behind Karan like a storm.

He grabbed Karan’s collar and slammed him against the wall. “What the f**k did you just say to her?”

Karan laughed. “Ask your precious Anamika. She has quite a history with me and Rohan. Go on, tell him baby.”

Siddharth looked at Anamika with burning eyes — anger, jealousy, hurt, everything mixed. Anamika couldn’t meet his gaze.

That night Siddharth didn’t call or message her. Anamika felt empty. She sat in her room crying, remembering how badly her past had f****d her up.

At 2 AM her phone finally rang. It was Siddharth.

She picked up with trembling hands.

“Tell me the truth, Anamika,” Siddharth said in a cold voice. “What the f**k was Karan talking about?”

Anamika started crying on the call. She told him everything — how Rohan had manipulated her, how she fell into depression, how one drunk night Karan was also there and she let them use her because she felt worthless.

There was long silence on the other side.

Siddharth finally spoke, voice heavy, “I need time to process this. But stay away from Karan. He’s dangerous.”

He cut the call.

Anamika curled up in her bed and cried harder. For the first time she realized her past was going to haunt her new relationship badly.