The house felt hollow without Raghav. I spent the seventh morning pacing the kitchen, staring at my phone, wondering if he would ever reply back.
My chest ached every time I remembered the videos, the way his cock had disappeared into other women while I watched and cried and touched myself. I had made up my mind. When he returns, I would not let him walk away again.
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