As the private jet touched down on the runway, the glowing skyline of New York shimmered in the distance. Meghna sat quietly, her hands clenched in her lap, while Agastya remained unreadable beside her.
The door opened, and a gust of cold air swept inβwelcoming her back to the city that once felt like home, but now felt like anything but freedom.
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The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?
"Kneel" Abhimanyu said "No please" I said while sobbing "I said kneel Riddhima" he again said "I'm sorry Abhimanyu please" I pleaded "If you didn't fucking kneel on the count of three, my belt will keep talking to you until you pass out" he said in his dominating voice "One..two" he started I kneel before the count of three in fear, he pulled a chair and sat in front of me "Tonight, you are going to learn to think twice before defying me again" . . Story of two childhood friends who got separated in childhood, but in future he was not ready to let her go because she belongs to him but from a sweet boy he turned into a control freak.
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