his perfect slave

Abort it

Daksh’s gaze landed on Amayra, who was standing in front of the mirror in his room. She had not acknowledged his presence yet, but little did he know. She could even see his footsteps.

She knew he was looking at her, looking at her with hunger in his eyes.

But what was different was, the usual shy Amayra who never dared to see her naked self or even click nudes was staring at her slightly swollen p***y.

Her hands were tracing the marks on her boobs, there stood the red hickeys on her breasts, some even purple with all the hardness she had experienced a few minutes ago.

He took slow steps towards her, still naked as he pulled her by her waist, her butt touched his d**k and her breath stopped.

His lips traced the hickeys on her neck as his hands roamed on her body.

“You seem different,” he said when he did not find the shiver in her skin which she usually felt when in his arms.

“I am not,” She said, looking into his eyes in the mirror's reflection.

“ What is it that made you want to take your life, Amayra?” He questioned as she gulped.

“Because I know you won’t accept—“

“I have accepted you, baby,” he said, cupping her face. Amayra smiled for a moment as she took his hands to her belly.

“I know you won’t accept us,” She gulped before her eyes returned to him again.

“Amayra…” He stared at her, then at her belly.

“I’m pregnant,” His hands left her belly the next instant as Amayra closed her eyes. She knew this would be his reaction, but she never knew it would hurt her this much.

Daksh walked away from her before he made a drink for himself, he had it neat before he looked at her, their nakedness long forgotten.

“Abort it,” two words. She never knew two words could shatter her world. The man she was in love with, the man who was in love with her, did not want a sign of their love.

Her knees weakened as she held the stool to balance herself.

Daksh got dressed the next instant and walked out of the room. Amayra fell on the floor as her hands circled her belly. She knew it.

She always knew Daksh could accept her, but he would never accept a baby. She could never understand how he could love her so much but never want a baby with her.

And when she was pregnant, he was so disheartened to just ask her to throw away the growing life in her belly.

"Amayra," a voice made her look ahead as she saw Rajbeer entering the room. She was naked, so she covered her breasts with her hands. Rajbeer pulled the satin sheets from the corner of the room before he covered her with it.

"Rajbeer..." A sob escaped her lips as he hugged her.

"It'll be all right, susshhh!" he rubbed her back as her sobs became louder. Daksh had broken her heart beyond acceptance