Deep in her career at Dhanish's company, Zafrin uncovers his hidden ownership. Suddenly, Dhanish's mother proposes a marriage between Zafrin and her son.
Will Zafrin's past with Dhanish influence her decision?
Can she navigate love, secrets, and her...
Dhanish, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, leaned against the polished marble wall, his gaze fixed intently on Zafrin. She stood near the window, her back turned, looking out at the sprawling cityscape below. Her posture was poised, but her shoulders were tense. The chill of the evening seemed to seep into her, reflected in her cold demeanor.
"Dhanish," Zafrin's voice was curt, though the slight tremor in her tone betrayed her. "We need to talk about something."
Dhanish’s lips curled into a smirk as he stepped closer, his presence commanding. "Oh, do we? Or are you just here to avoid me again?"
Zafrin didn’t turn around. “Avoiding you? I think it's more about keeping my distance. Your presence has a way of complicating things.”
Dhanish's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and determination. "Complicating things? I’m merely trying to understand my wife. Is that so wrong?"
Zafrin stiffened as she felt his nearness, his warm breath against her neck. "I’m sure you’ve had your fill of understanding. Why don’t you give me some space?"
Before she could react, Dhanish closed the gap between them. His hands found her waist, and with a swift motion, he pressed her against the wall. The sudden contact made Zafrin gasp, her heart pounding against her ribcage.
"Dhanish," she said, her voice a mix of frustration and something else she couldn’t quite name. "What are you doing?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Just trying to get your attention, My Queen. You’re so cold, it’s almost like you’re made of ice. But I know there’s warmth in there somewhere."
Zafrin’s breath hitched, her resolve wavering as she felt the heat of his body so close. “You think you can just charm your way into my heart? It doesn’t work like that.”
Dhanish’s fingers tightened around her waist, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. “Oh, I’m quite certain that I can. You might resist, but eventually, even the coldest hearts melt.”
Zafrin met his gaze, her eyes icy but her resolve softening. “I’m not some prize to be won, Dhanish. And I won’t be swayed by your charms.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. “We’ll see about that. For now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”
As he leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing hers, Zafrin could feel the magnetic pull of his presence. Despite her attempts to maintain her cold demeanor, she couldn't help but shiver under his touch, her resistance wavering. Yet, she remained unyielding, her voice steady as she said, “Don’t think this changes anything.”
Dhanish’s eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and affection. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. But I do believe this is only the beginning.”
With that, he released her, but the warmth of his touch lingered, leaving Zafrin to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions he stirred within her. The battle between cold defiance and irresistible charm had just begun, and neither was ready to concede.
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