Crown prince's Obsession

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Damien pinned Pallavi Trivedi against the cold, stone wall, his breath uneven as he gazed into her dark, wide eyes. Her tanned skin seemed to glow under the dim light, and the heat between them was undeniable. His hands pressed firmly against her wrists, trapping her, but his hold was filled more with passion than aggression. Pallavi’s breath hitched as she felt his chest rise and fall against her, every inch of their bodies painfully close. She could feel the tension building as her knees brushed against his crotch, sending a wave of electricity through them both.

“Pallavi,” Damien groaned, his voice rough with desire, eyes clouded with a mixture of need and longing. The sound of her name rolling off his lips sent shivers down her spine. She bit her lip, her heart racing as she met his intense gaze, feeling the depth of his emotions pouring into her. There was no more running, no more denying—the pull between them was too strong.

Michi stumbles into the scene, her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she quickly glances at the intense moment unfolding before her. With a flustered laugh, she pulls the camera towards her, effectively cutting off the view of Pallavi and Damien.

"Okay, okay, guys, let's give them some privacy, shall we?" Michi says, her voice a little high-pitched with embarrassment. She shifts her focus, trying to regain her composure. "In the meantime, let me introduce you to the couple and give you all a little cupcake to sweeten the deal—a quick check of their past!"

She shoots another glance behind her, half laughing, before turning back to the camera, ready to dive into their story.

Damien Blackwell The crown prince, is the eldest son of the prestigious Blackwell family, often regarded as nothing short of a masterpiece. His beauty is mesmerizing—soft, silvery white hair that glows like moonlight and eyes with a hue so gentle and sweet that they could melt anyone’s heart. His appearance alone captivates the world. Every girl, woman, and even 🌚 some men dream of catching just a glimpse of him, desperate for a moment of his attention......

But behind this angelic exterior lies a far darker truth. Damien’s beauty is deceiving, for beneath it, he is a devil in disguise—a merciless monster, feared by many. His cold, calculating demeanor hides the secrets that lurk deep within his soul, secrets that even his closest confidants would never dare to uncover.

"Oh my god, look at him! I mean, seriously—Damien Blackwell!" she hoots, practically swooning as she fans herself dramatically. "That hair, those eyes... How is it even legal to be this hot? Ugh, he’s just... I can't!"

She was drooling over him,
"I say let pallavi go and marry me Damien baby 😙"

She momentarily forgets herself, her mind spinning with thoughts of his flawless looks. "If I were Pallavi, I'd be absolutely melted right now. How can anyone resist a guy like that? Ugh, Damien, you beautiful, dangerous masterpiece!"

The cameraman behind Michi waves his hand, signaling her to cut it out and move on. Michi pouts, still clearly daydreaming about Damien, but reluctantly shifts gears. “Fine, fine,” she mutters, before turning her attention back to the task at hand.

"Alright, let me introduce the other half of this love equation," she says, regaining her composure. "This is Pallavi Trivedi."

Michi’s eyes soften as she speaks. “Pallavi is from a small village in India. Smart as a whip, she earned a scholarship to one of the most prestigious colleges abroad and came here three years ago. But here’s the kicker—she fell for Damien the moment she saw him. And since then… well, she’s been relentless.”

"Pallavi, with her beautiful brown curly hair and striking ocean-blue eyes, often leaves people speechless,” Michi continues, a hint of admiration in her voice. “Especially the boys—she’s stolen more than a few breaths away. But her beauty also brought her a lot of trouble growing up.”

Michi’s expression turns more serious as she delves into Pallavi’s backstory. “After she was born, her family was thrown into chaos. Her unique appearance—so different from the rest of her family—sparked rumors, ugly accusations that her mother had cheated on her husband. People whispered, pointing fingers, doubting her place in the family.”

She pauses for effect. “But after a DNA test, all those rumors were silenced. Pallavi was indeed the child of both her parents. Still, that chaos shaped her, and maybe that’s what fuels her determination now." Michi smiles, pulling the camera back to her. "No one can tell Pallavi who she is or where she belongs...."

Michi then gives a playful wink to the camera, stepping back a little before introducing herself. “And now, about me!” she says with a grin. “I’m Michi Sakowaka, your lovely host for this story. I’m not just here to guide you through all the drama and excitement, but don’t be surprised if I pop up when you least expect it!...”

She twirls around dramatically before leaning closer to the camera, whispering with a smirk, “But here’s the thing—besides you, my dear cupcakes, and the cameraman, no one else in the story can see me.” Michi winks again, her tone conspiratorial. “So, you know, let’s keep that our little secret.”