HIS DARK LOVE

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adthiya pov:

I waited in the hallway for over thirty minutes wondering what they could possibly still be discussing. With that thought in mind I ascended the stairs to observe her. However, the sight before me drove me to madness her sister was forcefully leading her toward the back door.

It became clear to me that there was an elaborate scheme in place to isolate her from me. Yet, all my fury dissipated as she repeatedly glanced back. Her eyes conveyed that she was searching for someone.

Was she looking for me? The mere notion sent shivers down my spine. I quietly concealed myself behind a pillar to watch her reaction. She kept turning her head again and again. Just as she was about to reach the back door, I quietly positioned myself in front of her. Our heads collided and when she looked up, a small smile crossed her face. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach reminiscent of a teenage boy's crush. To suppress this feeling, I shot her a glare.

I was consumed by anger when she refused to accompany me. Did she have any idea how gently I had treated her? In my entire life, I had never been this gentle with anyone. Yet, she struck a nerve by asserting that we were not husband and wife. I needed to demonstrate to her that I am her husband, that I possess everything about her her body, her soul, her entirety.

When she dared to compare me to that scoundrel, I nearly slapped her. Instead, I opted for a lesser punishment by kissing her with my full passion for her.... As I squeezed her breast something dark yet profound surged within me. To manage my desires I torturted her lips in the way i desired unable to contain my eagerness to see her treasure.

"Where are we going? " she inquired softly.

"We're headed to Chennai where we'll stay for a month. Don't even think about planning anything because no one will assist you there, and good luck trying to get help with their unfamiliar language. Just follow my instructions," I warned her. Her face lost its color.

Why wasn't she happy? She had an opportunity to escape from me without facing obstacles. She appeared despondent, only managing to smile when she looked at my face. Now that I had declared she would remain with me, her complexion paled entirely.

"Who would go to someone who shot her sister right in front of her?" my mind taunted me.

I opted to disregard both her and my thoughts.

AFTER 19 HOURS OF TRAVEL:

We arrived at the hotel where we would be staying for the month. She was scanning her surroundings intently searching for any possible means to escape me. Not a chance that would never happen while I am alive.

"Sir, your key. . . room number 143" the receptionist informed me. I simply nodded. Once we entered the room, I locked the door behind us. She was preoccupied with inspecting the space. Each room in this establishment exudes luxury, as it is not intended for average visitors. It is designed for individuals like us meaning those with a mafia affiliation. This suite consists of two bedrooms, a living area, and a kitchen with a dining section. A private swimming pool is located at the back of our room. As I entered, I opened the wardrobe to grab some clothing for my shower, while my wife observed my every move like an inquisitive feline.