Love Like Heaven

Prologue

"You're right, Divya. I'm a playboy," Daksh admitted, rising from his seat to stand in front of me.

"Now, let me show you what a playboy can do," he declared, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him, his other hand cupping my face as he drew us closer together.

"Lea--" I began, but he cut me off, pressing his firm lips against mine with a force that left me breathless. He was angry and rough. He is punishing me with his harsh kiss. I tried to push him back, but he stood on his ground. Then, he pushed me back down on the bed, pinning my hands above my head with his one hand and squeezing my breast painfully. I whimper because of his painful torture. I felt his hand on my back trying to unstrap my bra. Tears flowed under my eyes.

I never thought he would misbehave with me. I loved him, but that doesn't mean any woman can allow this force. I try to push him away, but he didn't budge. So I bit his tongue hard. He immediately loosens his grip on my wrist.

Smack

Yes, I slapped him hard across his face. Guilt washed over his face.

I know I made a mistake by accusing him. But he doesn't have any right to touch me or misbehaved with me.

"I hate you Jerk," I said venomously. I stood up and ran away covering my mouth and tears flowing under my eyes as I ran far from him.

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In south India, it is common for a boy is eligible to marry his own maternal uncle's daughter or paternal aunt's daughter. A girl is eligible to marry her own maternal uncle's son or paternal auntie's son. So Divya and Daksh are not cousins.

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