Icebound Desire

Chapter 14: Poisoned Memories

The next few days were hell for Anamika. Siddharth was avoiding her. He only talked during practice when absolutely necessary, and even then his eyes were cold. Karan, on the other hand, had started enjoying the drama. He would pass by her with a dirty smirk every chance he got.

One evening after practice, while Anamika was packing her camera, Karan cornered her again near the empty stands.

“Still playing the innocent good girl?” he laughed. “Should I remind you how much of a w***e you were for us?”

Anamika’s body froze. Memories she had buried deep came flooding back.

Flashback — Two Years Ago

It was Rohan’s birthday party. Anamika was already drunk and heartbroken because Rohan had been ignoring her for weeks. That night Rohan took her to his bedroom.

He pushed her on the bed roughly and tore off her dress. “You’re my personal slut tonight,” he growled.

He f****d her hard in missionary, choking her lightly while pounding deep. Anamika was moaning loudly, legs wrapped around him, begging for more. “Harder Rohan… please f**k me harder!”

Later Karan entered the room. Instead of stopping, Anamika let him join. Rohan made her get on all fours and f****d her from behind while she sucked Karan’s c**k. They took turns with her the entire night — sometimes one in her p***y and other in her mouth, sometimes they double teamed her.

Anamika was in a complete daze of alcohol and lust. She came multiple times, screaming, begging them to f**k her rougher, calling herself their slut. At one point both of them came on her face and t**s while she fingered herself. She felt dirty but also strangely powerful and wanted.

The next morning Rohan started blackmailing her with the videos and photos they had secretly taken. That was the beginning of her nightmare.

Back to Present

Tears were running down Anamika’s face as she remembered everything.

Karan stepped closer. “You loved it that night, didn’t you? The way you were moaning like a b***h in heat when we both used you. Tell Siddharth the truth — you’re not some innocent girl. You’re a dirty little cumslut who loves getting f****d by multiple guys.”

“Shut up!” Anamika shouted, pushing him away.

At that exact moment Siddharth entered and saw Karan too close to her. His eyes turned murderous.

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed Anamika’s hand and dragged her away from there, straight to his car. They drove in complete silence until they reached a quiet spot outside the city.

Siddharth stopped the car and turned to her. His voice was low and dangerous.

“Tell me everything. No more hiding. I want every f*****g detail.”

Anamika cried and told him the complete truth — how Rohan had manipulated her emotionally, how she fell into depression, how that one drunk night she let both Rohan and Karan use her body because she wanted to feel wanted. She told him how rough they were, how she begged, how she let them do whatever they wanted.

Siddharth listened quietly, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. When she finished, there was heavy silence.

“So you let two guys f**k you at the same time?” he asked, voice strained.

Anamika nodded, ashamed. “I was broken Sid… I hated myself after that.”

Siddharth suddenly pulled her into a rough kiss. It was angry, possessive and painful. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

“You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you again. Not Karan, not Rohan, not anyone. I’ll destroy them if they try.”

But behind his anger, Anamika could see something else — doubt, jealousy, and pain.

That night Siddharth didn’t touch her sexually. He just held her tightly in his room, but Anamika could feel the storm building inside him.

Her past had finally come back to destroy her present.