"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
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"It's done," I said in a low voice as I finished bandaging his forehead, tears continuously streaming down my face, guilt enveloping my heart for his condition.
I looked down, my face streaked with tears. I couldn't comprehend what had happened in this short span of time. Veeransh sir likes me; it's still hard for me to accept, even though I admitted my feelings for him. I genuinely like him, but it's hard to accept that he likes me too, especially when he could have millions of beautiful girls but chose me-a girl with countless insecurities and a dark past that haunts me. I thought everything was fine now, but that nightmare shook me to my core. If Veeransh sir hadn't come, I don't know what I would have done. I'm always confused, doubting everything I do-whether it was choosing the right stream in high school, the right degree, the right job. And thinking about that haunted night makes my skin crawl. Should I accept him? What if he doesn't like me and uses me? So many questions are running through my mind, Lord Shiva.
But the way he confessed his love felt genuine-the warmth in his eyes when he comforted me like a little baby, the kiss on the forehead, the hug-it all did something to me.
"Ye chot utna dard nahi de raha jitna aapke do aashu de rahe hai," he said calmly, breaking the trance of my thoughts as I looked up at his face, which held a warm expression.
He reached out and wiped my tears with the pads of his thumbs, and I closed my eyes, sighing, thinking I should give him a chance.
"Do you need time, butterfly?" he asked, cupping my cheeks and making me look at him. His face was warm as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Tears welled up in my eyes at his question, and I looked down, shutting my eyes.
"If you need time, I'm ready to wait for eternity. But keep in mind that in the end, you have to come to me and be mine, butterfly," he said in a deep, dark voice, his tone a mix of obsession and authority. I glanced at his face, seeing him looking intensely into my eyes, his hand still gently holding my cheeks.
