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𝗧𝗛���π—˜ π—¦π—œπ—Ÿπ—˜π—‘π—§ π—’π—•π—¦π—˜π—¦π—¦π—œπ—’π—‘ | 𝟭𝟴+ by aishuwrts
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#𝟭 𝗒𝗙 π—§π—›π—˜ π—¦π—œπ—Ÿπ—˜π—‘π—§ π—¦π—˜π—₯π—œπ—˜π—¦ ᴠᴇᴇʀ Κ€α΄€Ι΄α΄…Κœα΄€α΄‘α΄€ x ᴀɴᴀɴʏᴀ ᴠᴀʀᴍᴀ β‹― β™› β‹― "This was a mistake," I whisper, forcing the words out even as my pulse betrays me. His fingers tighten on my waist, tilting me back slightly, breath hot against my neck. "Mistakes don't feel like that," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "You don't know me," I fire back. "You don't get to talk like you do." "No," he chuckles darkly, "but I will very soon." "We were drunk, dizzy... it meant nothing. Don't take it seriously, because I won't." "You can tell yourself that," he growls, stepping closer, "but I see it in you... you can't hide how much you want me." "I'm already inked into you," he husks. "Body. Mind. Soul." I tilt my head back, eyes fluttering shut, an unholy sound escaping me. "Deeper than you think." β‹― β™› β‹― 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•. 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’”π’‘π’‚π’“π’Œ. 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’π’ƒπ’”π’†π’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 π’ˆπ’. One reckless, intoxicated night draws them together-a collision of fire and control that leaves them both craving more. Veer Randhawa is cold, controlled, and dangerously magnetic-a billionaire CEO who trusts obsession over love. Ananya Varma is sharp, fearless, and impossible to ignore-a self-made businesswoman who doesn't bow to power. When obsession whispers, hearts obey. Will one night be enough... or will it consume them both? β‹― β™› β‹― π™΅πš˜πš› πšŠπš—πš’πš˜πš—πšŽ πš πš‘πš˜'𝚜 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšŒπš›πšŠπšŸπšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš›πš‹πš’πšπšπšŽπš—, πš›πšŠπšŒπšŽπš πšπš˜πš πšŠπš›πš πšπšŠπš—πšπšŽπš›, πšπšŽπš•πš πš˜πš‹πšœπšŽπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš— πšœπš πšŽπšŽπšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš— πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš›πš˜πš•, πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš›πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšžπš›πš›πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’.
𝗧𝗒π—₯𝗑 π—•π—˜π—§π—ͺπ—˜π—˜π—‘ π—§π—›π—˜π—  | 𝟭𝟴+ by aishuwrts
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❝𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’ƒπ’“π’†π’‚π’Œ... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‰π’Šπ’Ž, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‚π’π’šπ’π’π’†.❞ β•β•β•β•β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹†β•β•β•β• "Y-you have... n-no right!" I choke out, my voice shaking. "Once my husband finds me-he will kill you! He'll find a way-" "Your husband?" His voice is so low, so calm, like he's enjoying this. "He won't come for you. You know why?" I freeze. My lips part, but no words come. He leans down, bending himself over me. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Because he gave you to me," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. The world tilts. My lungs seize. My heart stops. I can't breathe. "W-What...?" I back away instinctively, but there's nowhere to go. "N-no," I whisper, the words broken. "N-no, that's not true... R-Ranveer wouldn't..." His eyes darken, glinting with dark satisfaction. "He gave you to me, Aadhya," he repeats slowly, savoring each word. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." β•β•β•β•β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹†β•β•β•β• π‘»π’˜π’ π’Žπ’†π’. 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’“π’“π’Šπ’‚π’ˆπ’†. 𝑢𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-π’ƒπ’†π’•π’˜π’†π’†π’ π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 π’…π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†π’“π’π’–π’”-𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’…π’†π’”π’Šπ’“π’†π’…, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. π’π’‚π’šπ’…π’†π’, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? β•β•β•β•β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹†β•β•β•β• ᴀʀʀᴀɴɒᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀΙͺᴀɒᴇ. α΄˜α΄κœ±κœ±α΄‡κœ±κœ±Ιͺᴏɴ. Κ™α΄‡α΄›Κ€α΄€Κα΄€ΚŸ. α΄‹Ιͺα΄…Ι΄α΄€α΄˜α΄˜ΙͺΙ΄Ι’. α΄€ α΄…α΄€Κ€α΄‹ ΚŸα΄α΄ α΄‡ α΄›Κ€Ιͺα΄€Ι΄Ι’ΚŸα΄‡ α΄‘Κœα΄‡Κ€α΄‡ α΄‡κœ±α΄„α΄€α΄˜α΄‡ Ιͺꜱɴ'α΄› α΄€Ι΄ α΄α΄˜α΄›Ιͺᴏɴ.