⁂✫𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✫⁂
"A Love So Possessive and Eternal"
"A Love Rewriting the Stars"
☆"I'll look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay." ☆
𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲×𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢
The Devil's anger...
“I'm a mad man for your touch, girl, I've lost control I'm gonna make this last forever, don't tell me it's impossible”
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𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
The moment I effortlessly scooped her into my arms, she began struggling fiercely, attempting to break free from my grasp but her efforts were in vain because I continue to hold her firmly as if she weighs no more than a feather.. With her squirming in my arms, I continued down the hallway towards my cabin, her protests echoing through the empty corridor but my hold remains firm, never wavering. She might as well give up her struggles, as I've already made it clear - she's stuck with me now and there's no way she's escaping.
"Put me down!" she exclaimed, thrashing against me.
I chuckled, enjoying her futile attempts to escape. "Not happening," I replied simply. "You're stuck with me, and there's no changing that." She's the only person, in my 31 years of living, who makes my heart race like it's about to burst out of my chest. It's a feeling like no other-but a good one.
She has awakened emotions in me that I never thought I'd feel for anyone. And even though I can't quite explain what these feelings are yet, one thing is crystal clear-she's mine now, through and through. She belongs to me, and there's no way she can escape.
We arrive in front of the door to my personal cabin within the company. I scan my thumbs to unlock it, the door's security system quickly recognizing my identity.
With the door now open, I step inside, still holding her firmly in my arms.
She continues to squirm and struggle against me, desperate to be released from my grasp. I push the door closed behind us with the heel of my foot, keeping my balance as I turn my attention to her.
"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Main toh aapko thik se jaanti bhi nahi aur aap yeh sab wahan par kya keh rahe the? Chodiye mujhe." She speaks gazing somewhat angrily at me.
["What are you doing? I don't even know you very well and what were you saying there? Leave me alone."]
I placed her down on her feet, and then my intense gaze fixated on her, studying her features closely. She waved her hands in front of my face, trying to snap me out of my daze, but I don't even bat an eye in response. Her eyes held an almost hypnotizing power over me, their depths captivating me completely.
Finally, I spoke, my voice steady and calm. "Bubble, listen to me first," I repeated, trying to establish some sense of rationality.
Her body tenses at the sound of the nickname, and a mix of emotions flickers across her face. I realize then that she feels the same pull toward me that I feel toward her, a realization that emboldens me.
