The lock clicked into place with a finality that made Sana’s knees buckle. The room was silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of the man standing behind her. Sidharth didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. He reached forward, his large, calloused hands gripping her shoulders, and with one violent jerk, he ripped the heavy red dupatta from her head, tossing it aside like trash.
"Mudkar mujhe dekh," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural vibration.
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