Sayantika splashed water on her face thrice and let out a deep breath. Holding on to the sink, she didn't want to cry, but the tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. His words rang like a broken record.

Who are you? A girl whom my parents got me to fuck?

How about 20k per hour?

Sayantika's POV.

Calm down, Sayantika. Breathe.

How could he even use such words on me? He was fine before going to Dubai, and now? Was that soft side of his another facade?

Stop crying, shit.

Here I was planning to share the news with him and to tell him that I am ready to give...