BOOK 1 - 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
𔓘 Can be read as a Standalone.
Yuvan Singhania was power draped in darkness-a billionaire heir with blood-stained secrets buried beneath tailored suits and ruthless...
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Yuvan's POV :
The first thing I felt as I opened my eyes was the warmth beside me-the soft rise and fall of her chest, her bare skin tangled in the sheets. Varenya. My Jaana.
I gazed at her, her face peaceful in sleep, lashes casting shadows over flushed cheeks. Strands of her hair had fallen across her face, blocking my view like a curtain between me and my heaven. I reached out, tucking them gently behind her ear, my fingers lingering longer than necessary.
She looked so adorable, so perfect. A vision carved by heaven itself and mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to cherish.
Mine to keep.
In that moment, each moment I felt blessed, as though the gods themselves had placed her in my arms. How could a man like me deserve such purity, such divinity?
She was my miracle. My little one. My undoing.
But then darkness stirred. My blessing turned into a curse. Because I knew I could never let her go. She had seen too much, felt too much, carved her name into the hollows of my soul. She had made me hers without even knowing it, and now...I was caged in her love.
Trapped. Obsessed.
She would stay with me if she wanted, or if she didn't.
Either way, she was mine. Forever.
With a final glance, I left the bed, grabbing my shirt that was lying on the floor lifelessly, slipping into the washroom. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the faint scent of her. The sweetness of her body still lingered in the air, mixing with the steam and soap.
It was intoxicating.
Made my hunger claw at my insides again. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady myself, gripping the edge of the sink so hard my knuckles turned white.
Calm the fuck down, Yuvan. She's yours. She's here.
You can't act like a Bastard.
Grabbing one of her soft towels-because it wasn't enough to just see her or touch her, I wanted everything that had her scent-I smelled it deep before drying my face and stepping out.
And that's when I saw it.
She's standing near the balcony, hair messy, her bathrobe slipping from one shoulder, phone to her ear. The sight would've made me smile if not for the words that came out of her mouth.
"Won't repeat, Bye hun."
The blood in my veins ran cold. Then hot. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Who was that?
Before I knew it, I crossed the room in a few strides, grabbed her by the waist, yanked her flush against me, my other hand slamming down on the balcony railing beside us. My face was inches from hers, my breath heavy, my mind dark with jealousy.
