Eyes locked on you,
A scorching fire in my heart,
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure.
She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he i...
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As the jet touched down in Qatar, the sense of relief I felt was palpable. I glanced at Priya, still unconscious but safe. The mission had gone smoothly, and now we were far from Rajveer's reach. As we disembarked, my men maintained their stoic expressions, though I could see the questions lingering in their eyes. They had never seen a woman in the mansion, and their curiosity was understandable.
"Move quickly," I instructed. Jamal, Ali, and Omar nodded, their loyalty unwavering despite the unspoken questions. Priya was carefully transferred to the waiting car, and we sped through the streets towards the mansion, the early morning light casting long shadows across the city.
Once we arrived, I carried Priya into the house, her slight weight feeling almost insubstantial in my arms. The staff discreetly averted their gazes, trained to respect my privacy.
I took Priya to my room, a space no one else had ever entered. Gently laying her on the bed, I sat beside her, my eyes never leaving her face. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable.
As I watched over her, a profound sense of love and possessiveness washed over me. It was a sweet, intoxicating feeling, like honey coating my soul. Yet, it carried a dangerous edge, a fierce determination to keep her mine at any cost.
Her presence here, so close and vulnerable, stirred something deep within me, a blend of tenderness and an unyielding desire to protect her from the world.
I would explain everything to her once she woke up, make her understand why I had to do this.
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A sharp awareness jolted me awake. My heart pounded as I took in my surroundings – an unfamiliar room, luxurious but strange.
The events of the night before came rushing back: the sedative, the car, Zayn. Panic surged through me, and I started crying, my voice breaking the stillness.
"Is someone there?" I called out, my voice trembling.
The door burst open, and Zayn hurried in, concern etched on his face. "Priya, are you okay?"
His presence filled me with a mix of fear and confusion. "Why did you kidnap me, sir?" I demanded, my voice shaky but insistent.
Zayn approached slowly, his eyes softening. "Priya, I did this to protect you. Rajveer was planning something terrible. I had to get you out of there."
