ʀᴏᴏʜ: ʜɪs ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ |𝟷𝟾+ [On Hold]

𝟎𝟐| 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲

Here I am, leaning against the balcony door, wrapped in my hoodie and mask, intently gazing at my sleeping butterfly. A wave of relief washes over me as I take in the sight. She's curled up, her knees tucked close to her chest, and I can't help but notice the slight curve of her cleavage peeking out. My hands itch to reach out, to squeeze her soft bosom, and my groin twitches under my slacks, ready to burst forth with desire. Gritting my teeth, I wrestle with my urges. She's sleeping so peacefully, a siren beauty bathed in the moonlight, her skin glowing like a celestial being.

She is beautiful-an eternal beauty.

In just two days, she will be mine in every sense of the word because we're getting married.

Yes, we're getting married indeed, and I consider myself a lucky bastard. She said yes to me. I know I'm playing dirty to cage her, but I don't regret it-not even a little bit. She is mine, and I am hers. I am the devil who will eliminate anyone who poses a threat to us.

But my fury ignites when I think of that low-class bastard, her so-called boyfriend. That creature caused chaos in my life. If he hadn't been in my way, I would have claimed my butterfly a year ago when I first saw her at Sharma Mansion.

The moment she walked towards me, my breath hitched in my throat, and my heart pounded in my ribcage. That day, I discovered that men, too, can feel butterflies in their stomachs. That's what she did to me-she set my heart aflutter.

My rooh, my butterfly.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I vowed that I would make her mine, by hook or by crook. Apart from my mother and sister, she has become the most important person in my life.

From that day on, I followed her, observing every detail about her-her hobbies, likes, dislikes, everything. I stalked her, sending messages that made her tremble like a leaf.

A satisfaction coursed through my veins; she would be the perfect submissive, and I would mold her however I wanted.

Yes, you heard it right. I stalked her, sent her messages, and tried to infiltrate her life in every way possible.

Every night, I came to her balcony, gazing at her serene moonlit face.

She is pure, indeed pure, and I am going to taint her with my unhinged love.

Sighing, I sat on the floor, my eyes glued to her sleeping beauty. Her breath was steady, her hair falling across her face. She scrunched her nose and brushed her hair away in her sleep, and I chuckled, yearning to reach out and tuck that stubborn hair behind her ear.