"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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तू एक प्यासा और ये नदी हैं काहे नहीं इसको तू खुलके बताए
"Mandir chale?"
A wave of love rushed as I looked at his face, 'I love you', I wanted to say, but nodded with a delighted smile.
He held my hand while driving with the other one. I could see some tattoos on his hand, not big but also not small, Amaira was right. Tattoos are hot. He has some artistic sculptures, and some quotes. He has a tattoo on his arm, it's written in a font whose name I don't know.
"Every scar will build my throne."
It looks a little intimidating, scarier than the other ones. I caressed it with my forefinger, lightly brushing my finger on it, delicately, this one took my attention.
"When did you get this?" His attention shifted from the road to me, he looked at the tattoo, and his hold on the steering wheel tightened.
"When I was 18." This tone carries a darker aura this time. My finger stopped caressing his tattoo. Instead, I held his hand, intervening our fingers, slowly rubbing my thumb on his knuckles.
He shook his head, "if anything is bothering you, you can tell me." My eyes softened.
"Are you a mind reader?" A giggle left my mouth. "No, I am a wife reader." His attention is still on the road, but I can feel him smirking. A red hue covered my cheeks, I tried to retrieve my hand from his hold, but he held my hand firmly.
"So, are you going to tell me?" His raised eyebrows look hot. Shut up, Kainaat.
"I'll tell you later. I would rather not spoil your mood." He nods. He shifted his hand, sorry, our hands from my lap to his thigh.
"Will you stay at my house?" I asked. "That's the plan, but I can't promise anything." He left my hand and took out his black shades. I slowly moved my hand back while he wore his shades.
The Black Kurta with folded sleeves, black shades, a drop-dead gorgeous face and a well-built body with tattoos, the golden sunshine shining on his face while the veins on his forearm and hands were fucking sexy.
This man is built for sin. A treat for the eyes. He passed school when I was in 9th Standard, but even when he left school, his name was all around. I remember being jealous when my classmates used to be obsessed with him.
He and his group were famous in our school, even after they left, people used to talk about them, about what they were doing in college, how sexy they are now and many things.
Most people in our school came from a privileged background, and so did Reyaansh. Ayush and Amaira's father is a rich businessman, he is an asshole, this is the only information I have about him. Amaira hates to talk about him.
