Prologue

Maira's pov:

The words cut like a knife, "You are the reason why my brother is fighting for his life" - Zubia my sister's scream echoes in my mind, amplifying the crushing guilt that's suffocating me. I stare at my brother's pale face, a bandage on his wrist , an evidence of his sucide attempt. The hospital machines beeping in sync with my racing heart. 80 lakhs... how could I possibly arrange that kind of money? I'm just a temporary teacher, barely scraping by . The weight of failure crushes me - if only I'd done more, maybe... just maybe... he'd be okay. The hospital's chaos fades into the background as tears blur my vision. What do I do now?

Maira's thoughts swirl in a painful vortex: "Did they not see the sacrifices I made? The parties I missed, the dreams I deferred, all for them? I was 13, still grieving my parents, and yet I stepped up. I cooked, cleaned, worked multiple jobs... everything for them. And now, this is how they repay me? My brother's attempt... Zubia's anger... it's like they don't see me, like my love wasn't enough . Is it all just a thankless duty to them?" The weight of unspoken words and unmet expectations crushes her.

Junaid's pov:

My thoughts churn with dark desire as I recalled the moment: "Take me the way you want" - her words hang in the air like a challenge. The rain-soaked vision of Maira, tears streaming down her face, her vulnerability seeping through every pore... it ignites a fire in me. She agreed. She agreed to my terms. Her body, her surrender... in exchange for 80 lakhs. The contract is sealed. But is it just revenge now? Or is it something more? The power dynamic shifts, and for the first time, I see her - really see her - as more than just a pawn in my game

I should be ecstatic - she's agreeing to my terms. But what's this unease? The words she uttered "I need money now... I offer myself willingly" echo, and I see the desperation in her eyes. She's not herself, she's broken. I said her to go, to come back tomorrow... but then she says it. "If you want to take me then do it right now or else I'll find someone else." A cold splash of reality - is she really willing, or is she cornered?

My mind goes dark: That was it. My control snapped. I pinned her against the door, kissing her with a ferocity that scared me. She was mine. In that moment, she was mine. I suddenly lifted her, and due to the impact her hands made their way to my chest, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. No going back. The bedroom was a blur - all I saw was her, lips parted, breath ragged... the taste of rain and tears on her skin .

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