PREMA 🤫: Bound By Hate, Undone By Obsession

Chapter 4: Sin

He sat back in the leather seat, silent. The city blurred past, but his mind was elsewhere.

He pulled the soft fabric from his pocket-the same white handkerchief she'd given that damn waiter.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid it down, tying it around himself on his large length.

Tight.

His jaw clenched.

Her hands... delicate, precise. Dangerous.

He exhaled through his nose.

"You have no idea what you've started."

Next day,

No one did that.
No one dared.

Yet she had.
And she did it without a second thought. Without flinching.
It was intolerable. Unforgivable.

His voice was a low growl, threaded with venom.
"Sameer."

Sameer appeared in seconds, posture guarded. He knew that tone.

"Yes, sir?"

Dhruv didn't look at him. His jaw tightened in the ciggerate.

Fine out About,
"Everything-her family, her past, every fucking breath she's taken.”

He finally turned his head, gaze lethal.
"I don't tolerate insolence."

Sameer nodded and left, pace quickening with the weight of the command.

Dhruv's eyes fell on the tinted window. His reflection stared back-composed, dominant, untouchable.

But underneath the calm... chaos. Something unshakable twisted in his gut.

How?

How could someone so quiet, so slight, so insignificant-
get under his skin like this?

It was her eyes.
Wide open. Untouched by fear.
As if she looked straight through him and still didn't flinch.

She didn't care who he was. She didn't want anything from him.
She wasn't impressed.
She wasn't scared.
She was... free.

And that made him furious.

"I hate that woman," he muttered, venom laced beneath every word.
His gaze turned to the window-empty, dark.

"She smelled like sin... and dared to leave it on me."

His fists clenched.
It wasn't just the scent. It was the audacity of it-

.....❣️.....

Dhruv sat alone in my room, my gaze distant, thoughts tangled like a web I couldn't unravel. Silence cocooned the space, thick and oppressive-until my phone rang, slicing through it like a blade.
I picked it up, my expression remaining cold and unyielding.

"Hello?"

Her voice came through, laced with a chill that mirrored my own. "Are you coming right, Dhruv?" she said, the words a demand, not a question.

"Or do you prefer to stay in that house, away from everything that matters?"

My jaw clenched.