(Book 2 of 'YOU ARE MINE ' series)
A DARK ROMANCE BOOK!!!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬; 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬.
She doesn't want him, but he wants her. He will do whatever it takes...
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The wind is harsh, wrap me in your arms, The night is dark, pull me to your heart's warm charms.
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I slowly took my steps toward the bike and trailed my fingers along the sleek metal.
"It's so hot," I whispered to myself, feeling the warmth of the engine under my touch.
"Wanna ride?" A deep, husky voice said from behind me, too close.
I turned and found Abhimaan standing there, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's yours?" I asked softly, trying to hide my excitement.
"Yes, it's mine, love. Do you wanna ride?" He took a step closer, the heat of his body nearly brushing against mine.
"Too bad. This bike is too hot to be owned by you. Poor little thing," I said, rubbing the seat with my hand.
He chuckled, his breath fanning across my face. "Maybe it just needs the right rider," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
I felt a shiver run down my spine. "And you think that's you?" I challenged, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.
He leaned in closer, his lips a hair's breadth away from my ear. "I know it is," he whispered, his voice sending a thrill through me.
I pulled back slightly, narrowing my eyes. "In your dreams, Abhimaan."
He smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Every night, Kiara. Every night."
"So, wanna ride the bike with me, love?" he asked, motioning towards his bike.
"You’re not the only one here with a hot bike. Abhimanyu rides one too," I said, watching as Abhimaan’s jaw clenched. It was so easy to get on his nerves. Just mention another man, and he gets mad. What a control freak. I already felt sorry for his future wife.
