His heart twisted painfully. He cupped her cheek with his free hand, eyes wide with a flicker of panic.
"I'm so sorry," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Did I hurt you?"
Her lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile that pierced him deeper than any...
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Yuvan 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. Suman. My goddess.
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 fragile, 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, 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 made my head spin. 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.
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 dried my face and stepped 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.
"Bye, honey."
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.
"What the fuck was that?" I growled, my voice low but dangerous, vibrating through the silence of her room. My eyes locked on hers, burning like fire, daring her to lie.
"Calling someone 'honey' after the night we had? You really got guts, little one."
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, shock flashing across her face, but then the surprise twisted into pure fury. She shoved at my chest, but I didn't move an inch.
