I sat behind my mahogany desk, adjusting my tie as the door opened. In walked Isha, my new client—a stunning brunette in her late twenties, dressed in a fitted blouse that hugged her full breasts and a pencil skirt that accentuated her curvy hips. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, but damn, she was gorgeous even in distress.
"Mr. Mehta, I need your help. I am Isha and I want to divorce my husband. He's been cheating on me", She spoke, wiping her tears.
I leaned forward, giving her my most sympathetic smile.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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