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"A heart bound by obligation never truly beats free."
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In the opulent study, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Osman, a man of undeniable power and authority, moved with deliberate confidence across the room.
His imposing figure cast a shadow over the intricately designed space, where the walls were lined with towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes.
The polished mahogany and the soft glow from the ornate chandelier did little to ease the suffocating air of command that he exuded.
In order to create some distance between them she found herself pressed against the bookshelf harder, the hard edge of the wood digging into her back might slit her back.
Her breaths came in shallow, quick gasps, her wide eyes meeting Osman’s unrelenting gaze. The man’s presence was overwhelming, his stature and demeanor asserting a dominance that left her feeling powerless.
In a desperate attempt to create some space or assert some control, Aamirah pressed her small hands on Osman’s chest in order to push him backwards.
Her fingers trembled as they made contact with the fine fabric of his tailored suit, feeling the solid strength of his chest beneath her palms.
The gesture was a mix of plea and protest, an instinctual move to push him away or at least seek some form of physical reprieve from his encroaching presence.
Osman’s eyes darkened with determination. He regarded her with a stern expression, his hand reaching out to firmly grasp her wrist, pulling her closer.
“repeat yourself,” he said, his voice low and commanding. There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only the harsh reality of his unyielding will.
Aamirah’s gaze fell, her face flushed with a mixture of fear and resignation. The luxury of the study, once a symbol of comfort and success, now felt like a gilded cage.
The opulence that surrounded her seemed to mock her predicament, its grandeur a stark contrast to her inner turmoil.
The weight of Osman’s declaration hung heavily in the air. His grip on her wrist was firm, the force of his command palpable.
Aamirah’s heart ached with the realization that her autonomy was slipping away. The thought of being bound to a life she had not chosen was crushing, the reality of her situation stark against the backdrop of the study’s splendor.
As Osman’s gaze remained fixed on her, the room seemed to close in, the luxurious trappings now serving as a backdrop to the unyielding authority he wielded.
Aamirah felt the walls of the study—and her own dreams—crumble under the weight of his demand, leaving her trapped in a future that was no longer hers to control.
'Please sir, m-main apse kaise? Me-mera matlab hai aap mein or hum mein bhut fark hai'
"Please sir, how can I? I-I mean, there is a lot of difference between you and us."
Aamirah Whimpered praying to God that anyhow he can change his mind.
"Such as?" Osman emphasized wanting to know how he is different.
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