Eyes locked on you,
A scorching fire in my heart,
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure.
She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he i...
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The next morning, I woke up feeling an unfamiliar warmth surrounding me. My mind was foggy, still half-asleep, but as I slowly opened my eyes, reality crashed back in. Zayn’s arm was draped over my waist, his grip firm and possessive, like a snake coiled around its prey. I was in his bed, just like he wanted.
The warmth of the bed was a stark contrast to the cold dread in my chest. It took a moment for the events of the previous night to come rushing back—Zayn’s arm locked around me, his body pressed against mine.
Every attempt to pull away was met with an ironclad grip. My heart raced as I tried to bury the dread clawing at my insides. Perhaps if I remained perfectly still, feigning sleep, he might release me.
Zayn's breath was warm against my neck, and his arm tightened, his presence an oppressive weight I couldn't escape.
“Good morning, ya Hayati” his voice was a deep, velvety whisper that curled around me like a predator’s caress.
I tried to twist away, but his hold was unyielding. “Let me go,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a fear I couldn’t completely conceal.
“Why would I do that?” His tone was smooth, almost intoxicating, yet laced with a sinister edge. He tilted my chin with a gentle but firm hand, forcing me to meet his dark, intense gaze. “I told you, you’re mine. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
The casual cruelty in his words sent a shiver through me. “I don’t belong here,” I insisted, trying to muster every ounce of defiance. “I belong with my family.”
His eyes darkened, the veneer of amusement vanishing as a more dangerous expression took its place. “Your family? The same family that couldn’t protect you? The same family that was easily deceived by a mere note?”
"ana min nahiat 'ukhraa, sa'abdhul hayaati li'iinqadhika, thiq bi fi hadha ya habibi"
(I, on the other hand, would give my life to save you, trust me on this my love)
"What?" "Nothing. You wouldn't understand yet."
The memory of his note burned in my mind. “They didn’t deserve this,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion. “They didn’t deserve to be tricked.”
“They weren’t tricked,” he retorted with cold precision. “They were given a carefully crafted illusion. You, however, need to grasp the reality of your situation. You’re ensnared in my world now.”
The full weight of his words pressed down on me, making me feel trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. I fought to hold on to my resolve. “Please, just let me go,” I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice.
For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, his touch unexpectedly tender as he brushed a stray hair from my face. “You still don’t understand, do you?” His voice was dangerously soft, a seductive promise wrapped in menace. “You’re not leaving. You will learn to accept your place here. You will come to desire me.”
