❝ 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 are obvious. Some are dressed as safety. Some smile at you before they close in.
Innocence lived in the dark ocean blue eyes of Amisha Luthra. Not purity, not weakness, but that dangerous kind of softness that made people underestimate her.
Menace lived in the cold brown eyes of Abhimanyu Raizada. The kind that did not need to raise its voice. The kind that promised damage even in silence.
They were never meant to collide.
But the night they did, something broke. Or maybe something finally revealed itself.
Pinned against the wall, Abhimanyu stared into those same blue eyes. Only now, they were no longer innocent. They were sharp. Mischievous. Unafraid. And when her lips crashed into his, his control slipped before he could even inhale.
She thought it was harmless. A mistake wrapped in adrenaline. One reckless night that would dissolve by morning.
Until the night he smashed a man's head against an office table and claimed her without hesitation.
"My girl."
Terror filled her eyes then. Real terror. But she did not know that night was only the beginning.
Because worse was coming.
Including murder.
Not one.
From that day forward, rules were written in blood and silence. No one was allowed to touch her. No one was allowed to tease her. No one was allowed to cross her.
Except him.
Only he could ruin her. Only he could hate her. Only he could decide how close destruction would sit to devotion.
And love?
No. This was never meant to be love.
It was supposed to be a mistake. A one night story. Nothing more.
So why did it feel like possession? Why did obsession feel like protection? Why did every escape look like another trap?
Who is trapping who? Who is devoted to who? And what secrets are hiding behind the eyes that refuse to look away?
A story of obsession, power, and betrayal. A game with no exit. A descent where desire is dangerous and loyalty is lethal.
❛ ━━ ༺ BLURB 1 ༻ ━━ ❜
"Why did you go with him for half an hour?" he snapped, his voice sharp, unfiltered. "Did you ask me? Why didn't you say no to him? He isn't your boss, right?"
My heart slammed violently against my ribs. I forced a breath in, lowering my voice, anger simmering just beneath my skin.
"Don't fucking shout at me. And don't fight with me."
He laughed. Soft. Almost amused.
The sound made my stomach twist.
He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel his presence before I could escape it. A slow smile curved his lips, dangerously calm, dangerously beautiful.
"Then let's fight with actions, babydoll."
And before I could react, before I could think, his lips crashed onto mine, stealing the air from my lungs and the ground from under my feet.
❛ ━━ See you soon, Bub-bye ━━ ❜
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