Meet our protagonist, "Reyansh Singh Rajvanshi", Crowned king of Rajasthan, Dashing Raana sa with a heart filled with Sweetness yet Coldness, one glare and you'll leave this world, holding powerful authority.
Meet our Raani sa "Amyra Sharma" whos...
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The evening came and Amyra noticed the time. She saw 6:00pm the clock was showing them she saw Reyansh wasn't in the room . So she stand from the bed to get fresh but her leg was paining. But she hears the door opening and Reyansh is coming from washroom without shirt.... He was shirtless freaking shirtless.
As Amyra's eyes trailed over Reyansh's shirtless form, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. His sculpted abs glistened in the soft light, his honey-tanned skin an alluring contrast against the dark backdrop of the room. She was caught off guard by the sudden surge of desire that washed over her, her cheeks flushing crimson as she struggled to tear her gaze away.
Reyansh's amused voice broke through her reverie, his smirk sending a shiver down her spine. "Cat got your tongue, little mouse?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Amyra's jaw dropped in disbelief, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. How did he know about her guilty pleasure, her secret stash of dark romance novels hidden away in the depths of her bookshelf? She hide it right. Reyansh: You can't hide anything from me in my room girl. I didn't know you read dark romance novel.
Before she could gather her wits and formulate a response, Reyansh took a step closer, his presence looming over her like a magnetic force. "Let me recreate the scenes of your book," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Amyra's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing with a heady mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as she realized the implications of his words. Reyansh knew about her fantasies, her deepest desires laid bare for him to see. And now, he was offering to fulfill them, to whisk her away into a world of passion and intensity that she had only ever dreamed of.
But as much as her body yearned for his touch, her mind was filled with uncertainty. Could she trust him to handle her most intimate fantasies with care and respect? Would he be able to understand the depths of her desires, to navigate the complexities of her darkest fantasies without judgment or hesitation?
Lost in her thoughts, Amyra failed to notice the predatory gleam in Reyansh's eyes as he moved closer, his gaze burning with raw desire. He could sense her hesitation, her uncertainty palpable in the air between them. But he was determined to show her that he understood her, that he was willing to embrace every facet of her desires, no matter how dark or forbidden they may be.
With a predatory smile, Reyansh closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face gently. "Trust me, Amyra," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the darkness. "I know what you want, and I'm going to give it to you. But I also know that you don't want it know and I'm not the one to force so don't get scared I'm not perfect but I'll try my best to be the best husband.
