He buried his face in my hair at the nape of my neck and whispered~
"Bad move, angel. You shouldn't have cared about him."
With that, he fired six bullets into the man who was now lying on the ground with blood all over his chest. He fired one more time not moving away from me or even looking back at that man.
He just killed him.
"If any other man besides me has your attention, this is what they'll get in return."
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He started taking steps forward, not afraid of the gun I was pointing at him, and I started taking steps back, unable to shoot him.
"You have 10 seconds to pull that trigger. If you don't, I'm gonna let you run, then hunt you down, break into your house, kiss you hard, rip off your clothes, and suck your tits until you beg me to fuck you like the good slut you are!"
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Sana Rathore♡
Her gaze was as merciless
as the flames she ignites
driven by a single motive: REVENGE
A stalker getting on her nerves but silently making sure that she belongs to him.
Aarav Chauhan♡
Him being the son of her biggest enemy and target also the one himself who she hates the most, secretly helping her to achieve her revenge.
The haunting truth is that sometimes falling in love can lead to disastrous consequences.
Will she ever achieve her revenge??
Or will Aarav's hidden truth shatter everything she believes ??
( Because he's a devil himself surrounded by darkness )
.A tale of obsession and payback.
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