❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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Trap. Trap. Trap.
Everything in this world is a trap. Some wear warning signs. Others smile at you, hold your hand, and only tighten their grip once you've forgotten how to leave.
People trusted Amisha Luthra within minutes of meeting her.
They always did. Maybe it was the dark blue eyes hidden behind oversized glasses. Maybe it was the softness she carried so naturally that people mistook it for weakness.
They were wrong. And then there was Abhimanyu Raizada.
A man whose silence was more dangerous than most people's threats. Cold brown eyes that never looked away. The kind of man who walked into a room and somehow made everyone else feel like they were standing in the wrong place.
The night they met was never supposed to matter. She kissed him because she wanted to forget. He kissed her back because he forgot how to stop.
By sunrise, it should have become nothing more than a reckless mistake between two strangers.
He refused to love her. He refused to leave her alone. Then came the night he slammed a man's head against an office table.
"My girl."
Two words. That was all it took for the room to fall silent.
For the first time... Amisha was afraid of him. Not because of what he had done. Because she realized he meant it.
She thought the worst thing he could do was break her heart.
She was wrong. The first body changed everything.
The second proved it wasn't an accident. From that night on, people stopped laughing around her.
Men stopped looking twice. No one dared cross the invisible line surrounding Amisha Luthra.
Everyone learned eventually.
Everyone...except her.
Because only Abhimanyu Raizada was allowed to destroy the walls he'd built around her.
Only he could ruin her.
Only he could hate her.
Only he could make her feel safest standing in the middle of a disaster.
This was never supposed to be love. It was supposed to be one reckless night.
One mistake.
One goodbye.
So why did abandonment feel more intimate than affection?
Why did obsession look so much like protection? And if he wanted to forget her...why would he never let anyone else have her?
A story of obsession, betrayal, power, and the terrifying space where devotion becomes possession.
Because some traps don't catch you. They convince you to stay.
❛ ━━ ༺ BLURB 1 ༻ ━━ ❜
"Thirty-eight minutes."
I frowned, staring at him. "What?"
"You were alone with him for thirty-eight minutes."
The words were quiet, but there was something underneath them that made my stomach tighten.
"You counted?"
His jaw flexed. "You think that's the problem?"
I folded my arms, refusing to let his jealousy intimidate me. "You aren't my boss. You aren't my boyfriend. I don't need anyone's permission to spend time with someone."
A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but there was nothing amused about it. If anything, it made him look more dangerous.
"I wasn't asking for an explanation, babydoll." He stepped closer. Then closer again.
I held my ground until my back finally met the wall, leaving nowhere for me to retreat without making it obvious that he had managed to unsettle me.
"I was trying to see if you'd lie to me."
I shoved his chest lightly. "Then fight with me. Shout. Do whatever you want. Just stop standing so close."
His eyes dropped to my lips for the briefest second before meeting mine again.
"Fight?" A quiet laugh escaped him. "Alright." His hand came up beneath my jaw, tilting my face toward his as his gaze held mine.
"We'll fight our way."
Before I could decide whether to push him away or argue with him again, he closed the remaining distance between us and kissed me.
❛ ━━ See you soon, Bub-bye ━━ ❜
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