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Now... Let's roll on to the chapter ________________
THIRD PERSON
Abhay's lips crashed against Maya's with a fervent desperation, his fingers roaming her body with a raw, urgent need. As his hand hovered over her chest, he gripped her delicate curves with a firm, almost possessive hold, eliciting a gasp from her lips. His touch lingered, tracing the contour of her body before sliding up with deliberate slowness to untie her blouse strings, the tension between them crackling with electrifying intensity.
But suddenly, Abhay's hands froze, leaving Maya trembling with unfulfilled desire. Her breath hitched, and with a voice laced with desperation, she whispered, "Why did you stop? Do, whatever you want."
The raw pain in her plea hung heavily in the air, amplifying the electrifying tension between them, as her eyes searched his with a yearning that begged for release.
The hands that sought to claim Maya suddenly halted.
This was Abhay Thakur, a man who could sever a head for merely casting a glance at a girl, yet he couldn't allow his own love to be dishonored in such a manner. His fierce protectiveness clashed with the intense desire surging through him, creating a tempest of emotions. He gazed into Maya's eyes, his breath ragged, torn between the primal urge to possess and the profound need to cherish her.
The battle within him was palpable, adding an almost unbearable intensity to the moment suspended between them. No matter how intense his hatred, his conscience would never permit him to violate a woman's dignity.
Abhay clenched his fists, his inner turmoil visible in the taut muscles of his forearms, and stood up abruptly, stepping away from Maya. Turning his back to her, he lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in the dim light.
Seeing him stand, a painful smile spread across Maya's lips. Without fixing her clothes, she sat on the bed and whispered, "There are countless ways to ruin me, and I knew Abhay Thakur would never choose this one, the one-to ruine a women's dignity."
Hearing this, Abhay's jaw tightened, his breath growing heavy. He suddenly turned back towards Maya, grabbed her hair with a rough tenderness, and blew smoke from his cigarette into her face.
"You're right. I will choose many ways to ruin you, and those ways will be far more horrific." With that, he released her hair abruptly and stormed out of the room, leaving Maya in a state of emotional wreckage.
She watched him leave, a sorrowful smile on her lips. "How Unfortunate Am I To Have Lost The One Person Who, Despite Hating Me, Cannot Bring Himself To Hurt Me." _____________________ THE NEXT MORNING -
Maya was already awake, her eyes red and swollen from a sleepless night. She sat with her legs pulled up, clutching her knees tightly. She was in pain, but more than that, she feared for Abhay's condition. She stood up, her body aching with every movement, and started towards the door. Before she could knock, it was opened from the outside by a maid who handed her some clothes. "Get ready quickly and come outside."
