Y/N's father tried to stand up to Tahir, but he was no match for the older man's power and influence. Tahir's men closed in, their eyes cold and menacing.
"You have two weeks to prepare for the wedding," Tahir announced, his voice dripping with triu...
Tahir stood in the village square, his eyes scanning the crowd as he addressed the villagers. "I don't want anyone talking to outsiders about our traditions. We can't let them exploit our ways for their own gain."
Kavita, a villager, spoke up, "But sarpanch, what about the city girl who came yesterday? She seemed interested in learning."
Tahir's expression turned cold. "I'll handle her. You all focus on the fair preparations."
As the meeting dispersed, Tahir's friend Arjun approached him. "Come on, Tahir, let's go to the fair. It'll be good for you to relax."
Tahir declined, but Arjun persisted. "Just for a few hours, come on. It'll be fun."
Tahir relented, and they drove to the fair in silence.
Upon arrival, Tahir was immediately struck by a vision - Y/N, standing amidst the vibrant stalls, her camera capturing the colors and chaos. Her laughter echoed through the air as she clicked away, oblivious to Tahir's gaze.
Arjun nudged him. "Hey, look at her. She's really getting into it."
Tahir's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of claiming her, of making her a part of his world.
As they watched, Y/N turned, her eyes locking onto Tahir's. For a moment, time froze, the world around them melting away.
Then, she smiled, and Tahir's heart skipped a beat.
Tahir's grip on Arjun's arm tightened. "Who is she?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Arjun followed his gaze. "Oh, that's the city girl Kavita mentioned. She's been taking pictures all day."
Tahir's eyes never left Y/N's face. "I want to meet her."
Arjun raised an eyebrow. "You? Meet her? Tahir, you're not exactly...social."
Tahir's expression darkened. "I don't pay you to question me, Arjun. Introduce us."
Arjun hesitated, then led Tahir through the crowds. As they approached Y/N, Tahir's heart pounded in his chest. He felt a primal urge to claim her, to make her his.
"Hey, she's taking our picture!" Arjun exclaimed, waving at Y/N.
Y/N's eyes sparkled as she lowered her camera. "Hi! I'm so glad I caught you both on film. You look like you own the place."
Tahir's gaze locked onto hers, his voice low and husky. "We do."
Y/N's smile faltered for a moment, and Tahir's heart skipped a beat. He knew, in that instant, he would stop at nothing to possess her.
Y/N's eyes widened as she took in Tahir's imposing figure, his piercing gaze, and chiseled features. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he stepped closer, his presence commanding attention.
"I'm Tahir, the sarpanch," he said, his voice firm, his eyes never leaving hers. "And you are...?"
Y/N hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm...just a traveler. I came to document the village fair."
Tahir's gaze narrowed. "A traveler? Alone?"
Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, I prefer it that way."
Arjun intervened, sensing the tension. "Hey, Tahir, let's not interrogate her. She's just here to take some pictures."
Tahir's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still held an intensity that made Y/N's skin prickle.
As they talked, Y/N found herself drawn to Tahir's charismatic presence, despite the initial unease. She couldn't help but notice the way the villagers looked up to him, the respect in their eyes.
But there was something more, something beneath the surface that made her feel like he was hiding secrets.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the fair, Tahir offered to show Y/N around. Arjun excused himself, leaving them alone.
As they walked, Tahir pointed out the various stalls, explaining the significance of each tradition. Y/N listened, entranced by his passion, his knowledge.
But she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was watching her, studying her, his eyes lingering on her skin.
They stopped at a stall, and Tahir bought her a cup of steaming chai. As they sipped their tea, Y/N felt his gaze on her, burning with an intensity that made her heart race.
"Tell me, traveler," Tahir said, his voice low, his eyes glinting in the fading light. "What do you think of our village?"
Y/N hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It's...beautiful. The traditions, the people...it's all so captivating."
Tahir's expression turned enigmatic. "Captivating? Or suffocating?"
Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
Tahir leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This village has a way of getting under your skin. It's not always easy to leave."
Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as Tahir's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her feel trapped.
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