Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (fastest ebook reader txt) 📕

Toxic love

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What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness?

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Strip. My eyes widens.

I said STRIP. DISHA. I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.

He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.

He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys.

Why? I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.

Because I don't like it. Damn it. He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.

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I saw Grandma reaching for the chicken bowl so I rose up a little to get her that and served her some on the plate. I settled back at my place and saw Damien hold on his spoon tightened. What’s with this man?

I pushed some rice into my mouth when I felt his hand over my thighs.

Good Heavens! What is he doing?

My eyes widened at the contact, and I tried biting down on my food to stop the gasp escaping my lips. I could feel his rough, warm, broad palms over my thighs, the sweater dress not helping at all. Goosebumps broke into my skin at the contact.

I felt his finger pads caressing the skin and my stomach tumbled, heart beating frantically. I looked at him sideways only to see how cool he is regarding this.

What has gotten inside this man?

I tried to gulped down my food, feeling his fingers brushing over my ours thighs before landing a little higher up. My eyes widened at that and I placed my left hand over his.

“Why are you being so red, Delilah? You having fever?” My head shot up at Grandma and I shook my head.

Oh No. I could feel his hand sliding away from under my palms and placing again over the skin. I took a sharp intake of breath at the contact again.

He palmed the place and I could feel the food inside me in a whirlpool. I chewed the last of my food and stood up, feeling his hand sliding down. “I am done.”

She smiled at me and I huffed a sigh of relief.

How could I live with him in the same room?

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