[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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"I will control it, and even its owner. Rayer will run on my rules and conditions," I declare, my lips curling into a sly smirk, my eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity.
Rayer is merely a stepping stone, a means to an end. It will pave the way for me to achieve my goals without unnecessary complications.
As she stands before me, her eyes burning with defiance, I can't help but admire her tenacity. "You taking over it?" she scoffs, her voice tinged with skepticism. I lean closer, tracing my nose along the curve of her neck, inhaling her cocoa butter scent.
"What do you get out of this?" she questions, unaware of my dark hidden motives.
"Many things," I reply cryptically.
"Like?" she challenges, and I'm compelled to lift my gaze from her neck. "You," I respond with a smirk, my tone smooth and indifferent.
"Having me means you indirectly gain control over Veer," she speculates, attempting to decipher my intentions.
"Veer is my blood. It's foolish to think you can prevent me from having influence over him. Sooner or later, he'll be near me," I whisper, watching uncertainty flicker in her eyes.
"What if I refuse?" she asks, staring deep into me.
I chuckle. "A question always carries the potential for both yes and no. In my world, and with your presence, there's no room for no."
"Don't you hate me? Why do you still want me beside you?" she questions. I tuck an unruly red strand behind her ear. "Under my mercy," I correct her.
Her mouth opens in disbelief. "You want me to obey your orders. Is this your way of getting back at me?"
"Exactly," I confirm. "You will do as I say. It means staying with me under the same roof, dyeing your hair back to its original color, and getting back with me." As I twirl her red strands between my fingers, I can't help but think about her original hair color. I loved it, perhaps even more than her vibrant red locks. If this opportunity allows me to bring back her natural color, then why not take advantage of it now?
Knowing her, she'll likely yield to my manipulative tactics. She stands her ground with unwavering defiance, "Be your puppet?" she scoffs, her voice dripping with contempt. "I'd rather raise a flag than become your pawn."
"I'm using your weakness as a pawn," I justify my actions.
"Is it supposed to make me better?" she asks, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips as she tilts her head.
"Obviously, I am trying to make amends with you," I reply, my tone tinged with impatience.
"I'd rather do things my own way," she retorts defiantly, her resolve unwavering.
"You think you have a choice in this matter?" I sneer, my voice dripping with menace. But she stands her ground, her spine stiff with determination.
"I'll find another way," she vows, her eyes flashing with determination.
