> “She trusted the chains he gave her.

But now, someone else was pulling them.”

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🪞 Two Devils

It started small.

She was in the dressing room, slipping into the sheer lace lingerie Veer had picked for her — no bra, just a translucent wine-colored robe with a slit up to her hip.

She turned toward the mirror…

And saw Veer.

Leaning against the wall.

Smirking.

Watching her.

Her heart skipped.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” she whispered.

She turned around to face him.

But the wall behind her… was empty.

> No one was there.

When she looked back at the mirror — it too, was blank.

No reflection. No man.

Just her.

Alone.

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🌫️ The Confusion

That night, Veer blindfolded her.

Tied her hands in front instead of behind.

Unusual.

Different.

She felt lips on her neck. A tongue. A breath.

But the touch…

Wasn’t his.

Too soft. Too cold.

She whispered, “Veer?”

The voice that responded — deep, low — was his.

But it was also… off.

“You don’t need to know who I am tonight. You just need to beg.”

Her breath hitched.

She let it happen.

Because part of her liked not knowing.

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🔐 Obedience Intensified

The next morning, Veer gave her a new rule.

She was not to speak unless spoken to.

Not for the whole day.

And she obeyed.

She followed him through meetings, lunches, quiet walks through the garden. Silent. Controlled.

At 3 p.m., he texted her:

> Go to the Red Room. Position two.

Knees apart. Hands on thighs. Eyes closed.

Wait.

She sat there for forty minutes, dripping, exposed, obedient.

When he finally arrived, he didn’t touch her.

He just watched.

> “You’re learning,” he whispered.

“You’re mine even in silence.”

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💋 The Double Touch

That night — she was in his bed, blindfolded again.

She felt his tongue on her breast.

His hand between her legs.

She moaned softly, “Veer…”

But then — she felt another hand.

Cooler. Pressing to her throat.

Two hands.

One gripping her thighs.

One stroking her hair.

> “Say you belong to me,” a voice whispered at her ear.

But it didn’t sound like Veer.

She gasped, yanked the blindfold off—

Only one man was there.

Just Veer.

Smirking.

Watching her.

No one else.

“You’re seeing ghosts, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“But ghosts don’t lick the way I do.”

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🕯️ The Mask Returns

Later that night, while brushing her hair, she opened the drawer where she had hidden the mask from earlier.

It was gone.

But something else was in its place.

A phone.

Unlocked.

A single video inside.

She pressed play.

Her body.

Tied to the Red Room bed.

Whimpering.

Coming.

But the camera wasn’t held by Veer.

It was held by someone else.

Breathing. Chuckling.

Whispering:

> “He thinks he owns you.

But I’ve already touched you deeper than he ever will.”

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⚰️ Veer’s Rage

She showed Veer the video.

He didn’t speak for five whole minutes.

He just stared at it.

And then — he snapped the phone in half with his bare hands.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, voice low.

“I don’t know. I was blindfolded.”

He gripped her jaw.

Eyes wild.

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

She opened her mouth — but no words came.

Because a part of her… had.

Not because it was someone else.

But because she was that helpless.

That desperate to be seen.

He kissed her like it was punishment.

Then threw her onto the bed.

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🔥 Punishment or Claim?

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t wait.

He entered her from behind, hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her throat.

“You don’t come,” he snarled. “Not until I say.”

Every thrust was a promise.

Every slap of skin was a warning.

She moaned, whined, writhed under him.

But she didn’t come.

Not until he growled, “Now, pet.”

And when she did — she screamed his name so loud the mirrors shook.

He came seconds later, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.

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🕯️ After

He laid beside her.

Eyes open.

“Someone is inside this house, Meher.

Inside your head.

Inside our bed.”

She looked at him.

“What do we do?”

His voice was colder than death.

> “We burn this place down.

And we watch who runs.”