Twisted Devotion

Chapter-7

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Q] Do you prefer his or her pov?

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Her pov:

I finally glimpsed through the room, taking in the intricate details that spoke of royalty. The high ceilings were adorned with ornate moldings, and the walls were covered in rich tapestries. The furniture, made of dark mahogany and polished to a high sheen, complemented the luxurious aura. The room was a harmonious blend of elegance and comfort, a place where one could easily lose themselves in the luxury of it all.

I moved towards the bathroom, the marble tiles cool beneath my feet. The bathroom was no less impressive, with its gold-plated fixtures and a clawfoot tub that invited long, leisurely soaks. But as I stood there, admiring the opulence, a sudden realization struck me: I had nothing to wear for the night. In my haste to escape the chaos of the day, I didn't bring any comfortable clothes to sleep in.

A light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Didi," Aditya's voice rang softly from the other side.

I quickly went to answer the door. "Yes," I responded, opening it to see Aditya standing there, a kind smile on his face.

"Vadehi has sent these clothes for you to wear tonight," he said, holding out a neatly folded bundle of garments.

I took the clothes from him, our hands briefly touching. "Thank you, Aditya," I replied, giving him a warm smile. "Please thank Vadehi for me as well."

He nodded, his eyes reflecting genuine hospitality. "I will, Didi. Have a good night."

As I closed the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in the gesture. Vadehi, whom I had only met a few times, had thought of me and ensured I was taken care of. I unwrapped the bundle and found a beautiful silk nightgown, soft to the touch and exquisitely designed, along with a matching robe.

I thought to go out onto the balcony, feeling a mix of anticipation and restlessness. The night was still young, and I wasn’t feeling sleepy or tired. The idea of exploring the house of the royals intrigued me, and I decided to indulge my curiosity.

I slipped on the matching robe and stepped out of my room. The hallway was dimly lit, the soft glow of sconces casting shadows on the intricate patterns adorning the walls. Every step I took echoed slightly in the quiet, as if the house itself was whispering secrets of its storied past.

As I wandered through the corridors, I found myself drawn to an intricately designed hall. The walls were adorned with portraits of ancestors, their eyes following my every move, and the ceiling was a marvel of detailed frescoes. The grandeur of it all was almost overwhelming, yet there was a haunting beauty to it that made it impossible to look away.

Lost in the ambiance, I turned a corner and collided with a figure emerging from the shadows. I rounded a corner, my thoughts adrift in the opulent surroundings, when I collided with a firm chest. Startled, I looked up and met a pair of intense, dark eyes. It was Mr. Agnivanshi.

His presence was commanding, and his eyes raked my body up and down, lingering on the silk nightgown I wore.

"I guess Vadehi gave you one of her nightgowns," he remarked, his voice low and laced with a dark edge. His eyes darkened with something unknown, something that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through me.

"Yes, she did," I replied, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "It suits you," he said, his voice a soft growl. "But I can't help but wonder how you would look in something of mine.”

The implication in his words made my pulse quicken. I held his gaze, refusing to show any weakness. "Bold words, Mr. Agnivanshi. Such a quixotic dream you are having."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Quixotic, perhaps," he replied, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "But dreams have a way of becoming reality, especially when one is determined."

I raised an eyebrow, matching his intensity. "And are you determined to make this dream a reality?"

He stepped closer, the heat of his body palpable even through the silk of my nightgown. "More than you can imagine," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge."

I felt a shiver run through me, a mix of fear and excitement. "And what makes you think I’ll allow you to turn me into one of your conquests?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with a challenge.

He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the neckline of my gown, his touch both possessive and tantalizing. "Because I see fire in your eyes," he said softly. "A fire that matches my own. You're not someone to be conquered; you're someone to stand beside me, to challenge me."

I tilted my chin up defiantly, refusing to be intimidated. "I won’t be tamed, Mr. Agnivanshi."

His smile widened, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good," he said, his voice a dark promise. "I wouldn’t want it any other way."