SANA POV

"I want you to leave my daughter, Sidharth."

"Okay,"

"Okay?"

"Yes. I will leave her."

I left the place when I heard their conversation from a far standing outside Dad's study room. After that I couldn't stand there for another minute. I was shocked. I was heartbroken. I couldn't believe it, but my Sidharth agreed to leave me. Just. Like. That. With no hesitation and remorse in his voice. Like he doesn't care about me at all.

It's hurting me the most.

I went there, with their ice cream. Which was the dessert after dinner. Both didn't have it. Plus, Sidharth didn't eat much at dinner. He eats almost nothing. So, with Mum's help I prepared a fresh plate for him and took ice cream for both of them in a tray. I guess, it was my biggest mistake to go there and overhear their conversation.

Dad wants him to leave me. That was surprising not shocking. He didn't fully accept him, yet. He was trying. At least that's what I thought. What shocked me more was, that Sidharth didn't hesitate before saying yes to his demand. When he had a panic attack, before coming to my father's house.

I don't understand this. How is that possible? How could he not fight for me? For our love? For us? He just gives in to his wrong demand. Like this? How?

I am hurt. I am beyond hurt. Not by my Dad but by my Sidharth. I never thought he would agree to leave me, ever. I thought he would fight for us. Like I do. Like, I would've done.

I even killed my own mother for him. For us. And, he couldn't even say a simple no to my Dad. He didn't fight. Or he didn't hesitate before saying yes to him. Why? And, how? I don't know what to do now. I am hurt and, I am heartbroken by my love.

Why Sidharth? Why? Why didn't you fight for me? For us? For our love? Is your love that weak? That someone will ask you to leave me, and you will leave me. Just like that. With no remorse and hesitation. What kind of love is that?

Does he even love me? Like I do? I don't think so. If he did. He would have fought for me. Not would have given up on me. On us. His one decision is making me look like a fool, who always fights for us. For him. But he doesn't give a fuck about me or about us.

"Why Sidharth? Why?" Tears roll down from my cheeks, but I quickly cleaned them with the back of my hand.

There's no meaning of crying over it. He wants to leave me, for my Dad. Be my fucking guest. Let him try. But he doesn't know me yet. Once someone becomes Sana Gill's, he remains Sana Gill's until he dies.

I will never hurt him like he is hurting me with his decision. I can never hurt my Sidharth. Let's see what he does to leave me. But, at the end of the day I will stick with him, like a fucking magnet does with a iron. Even if he or my Dad likes it or not. I don't give a fuck.

But, before everything, I have to do something about my so-called Dad. I thought he had changed. I thought he loves me now. I thought he cared for me. My happiness. I thought he had accepted my Sidharth. Or, at least, trying to accept him. But I was wrong. I was totally wrong, to judge him.

Hence proved. Once a snake, always a snake. They just change their skin but never forget to bite. My Dad is that snake here.

"I am so done with everyone."

Feeling exhausted, I lay down on my bed, and pulled a pillow close to my chest to sleep. I am exhausted, both mentally and emotionally. I need sleep to relax my chaotic mind and broken heart. But it looks like I can't do that either. Mum is here. We are staying here tonight for her sake. She begged me to stay, I couldn't deny her. She is my Mum. She misses me. She has full right over me. Sidharth and Dad must be still together, planning how to separate us.

Losers.

"Sana baby? You slept already?"

"No. I was about to sleep. I am a little tired." I quickly got up to let her sit beside me.

"You should change in something comfortable. You have enough clothes here." She said, and sits next to me.

"I know. But, I'm not in the mood to change right now." I lay down on her lap, for comfort.

I missed her so much. "I missed you,"

"I missed you more, my sweet little girl," She cooed me, caressing my hair to make me sleep.

I closed my eyes feeling better. Feeling loved. She is the only person who genuinely loved me. Truly and selfless.

I couldn't hold back from saying, "I love you, Mum."

"I love you more, Baby." She kissed my forehead. "Baby, are you upset with something?"

I don't understand how she understood me so well. I guess that's called, mother's love.

"I'm not upset, Mum. I am tired." I lied. I don't want to give her tension thinking about me.

"Are you sure, Baby? You lost the spark. Your face is looking dull. You are not looking happy to me now. Please, tell me what happened? Maybe you will feel better after sharing your problems with me. I am your mother." Her sweet words made me feel overwhelmed, and I ended up crying hugging her stomach.

"I wish you were my real Mom, Mum. Not that bitch, Heer." I said what I truly desired all my life. Her as my biological mother. Which is not possible.

"I wished the same, Sana. I really wished. But, we can't change the reality that, she is your mother, not me." I could feel the same pain in her voice that I'm feeling right now.

"Why are you not my mother? Why didn't dad fall for you. But that bitch." I hate this thing. I wish my Dad would fall in love with her instead of Heer Gill.

I heard her grasping, "What are you saying, Sana? Suraj sir is my boss. How can you think like this? Stupid girl." She gave a playful smack on my cheeks, totally embarrassed.

"Mum!"

"Stop crying, and tell me what's bothering my naughty baby?"

"Mum," Then I told her about me killing Heer Gill.

"You killed your Mom?" She grasped, "Why would you do that Sana?"

"Mum please. She deserved to die. She wanted to kill me in her womb. She wanted me get raped. She wanted to separate me and Sidharth. The last one was her biggest mistake then the other two." I said with utmost hate in my voice.

I hate that woman.

She grasped, "What? She wanted you to..." She looked at me in disbelief.

"Yes. I am telling you the truth, Mum. She wanted her lover Manish to rape me that night, when you saved me. So, that she could kill me later for grabbing her asshole lover's attention. As if I was dying for it."

Such a pathetic loser she was. Huh?

"I can't believe she could stoop so low in her madness for Manish." She said shaking her head in shock.

"Yeah." What a bitch!

Suddenly she looked at me in concern and said, "Don't ever be like your Mom, Sana. Sidharth sir is a good person, that I know. But never cross your limit for him. Never do anything wrong for him. Never. Because, love should bring out the best in us. Not the other way around. Understand?"

"Understood." I didn't. Whoever will fuck with my love life. I won't spare that motherfucker. Be it my Mom. Dad. Or anyone else. No one will get mercy on me. No fucking one.

"Are you thinking about killing someone now?"

How does she come to know? God damn it!

"I am your Mum. Plus, your face reflects what's going on in your evil mind. My little devil." She pulled my nose making me, irked.

"I love my nose, Mum!"

"Me too, Baby." She bent down and kissed my nose sweetly, making me smile. "Don't kill anyone else, Sana. You need to go out of this country, safely. Understand?"

"Yeah, understood." I need to kill Dad before leaving this shit hole.

"Good girl. Now sleep."

I closed my eyes to sleep on her lap. But then I quickly opened my eyes.

"What?"

"Where is my Sidharth?" He still hasn't come into my room to sleep.

"Your Dad, asked me to prepare the guest room for him."

"He is there?"

She nods, positively with a small smile.

I quickly got up from her lap and got down from bed to go into the guest room. I was about to leave my room when she said—

"He must have fallen asleep by now. You should sleep as well. Here."

"He is not sleeping." I told her.

"How do you know?"

I looked at her, smiling, "Because, he can't sleep without his Princess." Me.

"Princess?" She looked at me in confusion.

"Me. I'm his Princess."

"Oh!"

I left my room in a hurry and went to the guest room. As expected he was awake and was walking back and forth in the room. He looked tense as expected.

"Sidharth?"

As I called him, the next moment I was caged into his arms. I almost felt breathless with his tight grip on my small body frame. The hold was so tight I could tell he was not ready to leave me. This thought made me feel better and smile.

"Baby, are you okay?" I asked in concern, trying to know what was going on in his mind.

He broke the hug making me disappointed and asked, "Why are you here? You should be in your room."

I smirked, "I'm where I should be, Baby."

I locked the door behind then jumped in bed and lay down in the middle. I then pat on the bed asking him to join me.

"Sana, your father is here. And, also Ms. Divya."

"I know. So?" I shrugged.

"So? You should go back to your room and sleep there." He argued.

I couldn't help but giggle, "Baby, you really think they are fucking idiots? They don't know I'm in a live-in relationship with you? That we share the same bedroom. We share a bed? Where do we make love on it? Every day? Every fucking night?"

He grasped my shameless words. But I didn't lie. It's all facts.

"Sana!"

"Babe, they know how their daughter get fucker by you everyday. Okay?"

"God Sana!" He groaned, holding his head.

"Yeah. So, chill the fuck out, and come here." I pat on the bed again.

"Sana, you should go back to your room. On a serious note."

Now he has to act stubborn. Why?

"Will you join me like a good fucking boy or you want me to make you crawl into bed?" I smirked seeing the way he grasped on my words.

"I am not a boy. I am a grown ass man."

"That I know, Old man. So, tell me what will you take to get in bed with me?" I asked for the final time.

He didn't move.

"Such a stubborn baby you are." I tsk in disappointment.

I unzipped my dress from behind, and pulled out and threw it on the floor. Leaving me only in my black lingerie set, which I was wearing under my black dress. I know how to make my man go on his knees for me.

"Sana, not now. And, definitely not here." He denied immediately, crossing his arms on his chest.

I ignored his silly talk, and continued to remove my bra and panties leaving me fully naked for him.

"Sana!" He grasped.

"Yes, Baby." I moaned, playing with my breast.

"Stop!" His voice comes out, breathless.

I smirked seeing the way his eyes darkened. They were fixed on my breast, which was covered in milk. They are his obsession. His weakness.

"You want them, Master?" I asked, seductively playing with my boobs.

I could see him getting hard. His cock twitched inside his pants a few times. I just need to push him a little more, then he himself will crawl into bed and fuck me hard.

"Please, Master."

I could see his cock twitched again. Just a little more push then he will be hard like fuck, to fuck me like a fucking monster.

"Oh," I moaned, and pinched hard on my nipples, ended up crying his name, "Sidharth,"

The next moment I felt him on top of me, choking me. Not to kill me, but to pleasure me. I love choking.

"M-Master?"

"Right." He growled against my mouth. "That's what you should call me, Sana. Not Sidharth. Understand?"

I smiled mentally and nodded positively. I didn't say in words, to make him angry. When he gets angry in bed, he fuck me like a beast. And, right now I want that beast. Who will fuck me so fucking hard, that I will keep screaming his name all night. That's what I want. I want my Dad to hear me screaming his name all night. I want him to know how much this man loves me.

"Words?" He asked, grasping my mouth tightly

"Y-Yes, Master."

He grabbed my face, harshly. "You did it purposely, didn't you?"

"Y-Yes, M-Master." I accepted the truth.

He kissed my lips for some brief moment then shoved my face away. Not with disgust but in anger.

"You're acting like a fucking whore right now. You know that?" He said it, to hurt me.

But, I know he is hurting himself more. So, I didn't say anything. I want him to do whatever he desires to do with me. He wants to call me his whore, I'll gladly be his whore.

He grasped my face harshly making me look into his eyes. I can see he is in pain. He is hurting himself, and that's hurting me more than his hurtful words right now.

"Words?"

"What? What do you want me to say? That I'm not your Princess but your whore? This is what you want me to say? Fine then. I'm your wh—"

Before I could finish, I felt his lips on mine, for a kiss. It was a rough one. A punishing kiss. He was punishing me, for accepting myself as his whore. For degrading myself for him. But he doesn't know what extent I can go to have him. To get him. To win him back. Even if that means, I have to be his fuck toy. His whore.

He bites my lips hard enough to make me bleed, and cry in pain. He sucked the blood and hit hard on my sensitive nipples making me cry more. He suddenly pulled away breaking our kiss, and hit hard on my pussy this time. I cried, crossing my legs feeling the pain.

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