| WARNING | MATURE CONTENT & DARK NOVEL
17 year old Nandini is a normal girl, she's simple, caring and definitely not out of the ordinary.
Well until 18 year old Manik notices her.
Nandini's strange fascination with him is almost like a drug.
A dru...
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Nandini found herself in an emotionally complex and physically overpowering situation with Manik, a man whose dangerous allure both terrified and intrigued her. Despite her resistance and resentment, the undeniable chemistry between them ignited in moments of unrelenting passion. Manik, torn between concern and desire, pushed boundaries as emotions ran wild. The night promised more, but unanswered questions lingered: What was driving Manik's intensity? And how would Nandini reconcile her fear with her unspoken longing?
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Nandini woke with a start, the faint glimmer of dawn filtering through the cracked windows of the room she had been confined in. Her wrists ached from the remnants of the handcuffs, and her body felt heavy, a mixture of exhaustion and emotional turmoil weighing her down.
Manik was nowhere in sight, but his presence lingered—his scent, a mix of musk and the faintest trace of cologne, clung to the sheets. Nandini sat up, her fingers grazing the marks on her wrists, a bitter reminder of the night before.
Her mind raced. Who is this man? What does he want from me? The lines between hatred and curiosity blurred. She couldn’t deny the way her body had betrayed her, responding to his every touch. But her heart—her heart screamed for escape.
The door creaked open, and there he stood, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light. He held a tray, its contents revealing a modest breakfast: toast, fruit, and a steaming cup of tea. His expression was unreadable, a mix of tenderness and something darker.
“You need to eat,” he said, his voice softer than she expected.
Nandini hesitated, eyeing him warily. “What do you want from me, Manik?” Her voice cracked, betraying her attempt at defiance.
He placed the tray on the bedside table and sat down, his piercing gaze locking with hers. “I want you to trust me.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Trust you? You kidnapped me, tied me up, and...” Her voice faltered as memories of the previous night flooded her. “You think trust comes that easily?”
Manik sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “You don’t understand, Nandini. There’s more to this than you know.”
“Then explain!” she snapped, anger flaring.
He leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “You’re in danger. I had to take you away to keep you safe.”
Nandini’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Safe? From whom?”
Manik’s jaw tightened, his gaze dropping. “From people who won’t hesitate to hurt you to get to me.”
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Nandini’s anger wavered, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. “What have you gotten me into, Manik?”
