❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞
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Obsession is a dangerous game, but for him, it's the only game worth playing. Abhiman Singh Rathore, a ruthless underworld king with the face of a savior and the heart of a devil...
A silence in the chaos, a darkness so divine, those stormy eyes held secrets, something twisted, something mine.
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Have you ever felt a peace so profound that it threatened to destroy you? A peace that promised to unravel you, piece by piece?
I have.
It's the peace I felt in those gray eyes, the ones that seemed to hold a strange kind of power over me, a pull I couldn't understand. Those eyes felt like they could see through me, strip me down to my barest soul. And it terrified me. Eyes that belong to the man who bound me to him, Abhiman Singh Rathore.
The realization hit me the moment I looked up at him. Those same eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch in my throat. My heart raced like a wild thing, and my skin prickled with an unfamiliar heat. I knew those eyes. I've felt them on me before, at that exhibition and they've haunted my dreams since. Yesterday, seeing him here, knowing he was the same man, made something twist deep inside me - a mix of fear and something I didn't want to name.
I admit it, I'm scared. Scared of the peace that comes from his presence, scared of the way my body reacts to him, like it's tuned to his every movement. Scared of this strange calmness that washes over me when his eyes are on me, even when his presence feels like a storm closing in. Can anyone even feel all this when they've met the person only once? No, right?
But I did. I felt that peace. A peace so fragile, like the surface of a still lake that could shatter with a single ripple. I've never felt this way before, never felt so aware of someone, so drawn to something that feels so inherently dangerous.
But this peace, it's like a dream. And what happens when I wake up? What happens when this illusion shatters and I'm left with nothing but the cold, hard truth? Because that's my reality. I've never gotten what I wanted, not really. Every time I've reached for something, it slipped through my fingers like sand. And now, wanting this- wanting something I don't even understand- feels like I'm setting myself up for another fall. Because no way could he ever love a girl like me. Definitely not after knowing about my past... and that I'm betraying him already.
I am guilty, a murderer, an unwanted daughter, and now-a liar too.
I almost said it. I could have told him everything, confessed the truth that sits like a stone in my chest, but once again, I did nothing. Instead, I said those two words. I do.
Yeah, I did. I looked into his eyes, eyes that haunt me, eyes that seem to know too much, and I tied myself to him with a lie.
I stood there after he left, the air in my room thick with his presence. My legs felt rooted to the floor, my heart pounding against my ribcage, unsure if it was fear or something else. My hands trembled as they hovered near my chest, as if trying to shield me from the echo of his proximity. And I felt it.
