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He stood there, fists clenched, chest heaving with the fury that still burned through the man he had just punched lay on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth, his face contorted in pain. The air was thick with the tension of the moment, the sudden violence shocking everyone around. But what shook me more than the sight of the man on the ground was him, His face was a mask of rage, eyes dark and wild, so unlike the composed, calculated expression I was used to.
As his gaze met mine, the anger in his eyes shifted, darkening with something deeper, more possessive. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, the chaos around fading into the background but then, his eyes drifted lower, and I followed his gaze, realizing with a jolt what he had seen , the thin fabric of my kurti clinging to my skin, the dampness making my innerwear all too visible, His jaw clenched, hard, and something fierce flickered in his eyes, a tension rippling through his body.
"Eyes down" he said loudly in his usual cold voice making everyone look down while I looked at him with an angry frown. Who the fuck he is to tell me down my eyes.
Before I could process what he was thinking he moved swiftly. His large hand wrapped around my wrist, firm but not rough, and with a quick tug, he pulled me toward him. My body collided with his chest, the suddenness of the movement making my breath catch. I could feel the solid warmth of him against me, his broad chest shielding me, hiding me from the leering gazes of the men around us.
"Leave me, what the heck you think you're doing"
I tried to move away from him but he only tightened his grip.
"Stay still if you don't want to summon my demons" he whispered in my ears making a shiver to run down my spine.
His heartbeat, steady yet rapid, pounded against my ear as I was forcefully pressed into him, my cheek brushing the fabric of his shirt. I saw him signal something with a quick flick of his hand, and immediately his men began to move, closing in around us, their expressions hardening as they took control of the situation, the men who were once laughing now shivering badly as if they will wet their pants,
