Crown prince's Obsession

02

Michi gives a cheerful wave to the camera, her playful smile never fading. "Toodles for now, cupcakes! Let's give our main characters their well-deserved limelight again," she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With a quick nod from the cameraman, the camera pans back to Pallavi and Damien, catching them in a heated, intimate moment. Their bodies were pressed together, and the intensity of their kiss was undeniable. Pallavi's arms were wrapped tightly around Damien's neck, pulling him closer, while his hands roamed her body with a hunger that only deepened the passion between them. Their world had shrunk to just the two of them, lost in each other's touch. The air was thick with desire.

Three months ago, Damien's friends gathered in their usual spot, relaxed and chatting among themselves. Pallavi, always just on the periphery, watched Damien with unwavering admiration. Her gaze was filled with a deep, genuine love that seemed to shine through every look she cast his way.

As Damien observed her from across the room, he couldn't help but notice the sincerity in her eyes. The way she looked at him was different-unlike anyone else.

It was this heartfelt, unguarded affection that began to stir something within him.Slowly,
Damien's resolve started to waver. He found himself drawn to her, not just out of curiosity but out of a genuine emotional connection. It wasn't long before he realized that he, too, was falling for Pallavi. What started as a mere chance to explore her feelings had turned into something deeper, more real-an affection that he hadn't anticipated but couldn't ignore.

As Damien and Pallavi grew closer, their initial bond of friendship blossomed into something more profound. They would often chat for hours, their conversations filled with warmth and mutual understanding. They both were aware of the underlying affection they harbored for each other, though it remained unspoken in many ways.

One evening, Damien's group decided to head out to a club for a party. Under the gentle but firm pressure from her best friend Amelia, Pallavi chose to wear a short western dress that highlighted her figure. It was a departure from her usual style, but she wanted to look her best for the occasion.

When Pallavi and Amelia arrived at the club, Damien's eyes immediately locked onto her. For a moment, he was utterly mesmerized by her beauty. The dress accentuated her features in a way that made her stand out in the crowd. However, as the initial awe faded, Damien's thoughts took a darker turn.

He couldn't shake the feeling of possessiveness that gripped him. The thought of other men looking at Pallavi, admiring her skin and figure-skin he believed was meant for him alone-stirred a pang of jealousy. The protectiveness he felt was almost overwhelming, a stark reminder of how deeply he cared for her and how much he wanted to keep her all to himself.

Damien's possessiveness quickly transformed into a determined resolve. As soon as he spotted Pallavi in her revealing dress, he strode over and took her hand firmly in his. From that moment on, he stayed by her side, a constant presence in the crowded club.

They made their way to the dance floor, where the music thumped and the lights flashed in rhythmic pulses. Damien guided Pallavi into a dance, positioning her so that her back was pressed against his front. His hands settled possessively on her waist, pulling her close. His breath brushed softly against her neck, each exhale sending a shiver down her spine.

Pallavi swayed her hips to the beat of the music, moving in perfect sync with Damien. His movements were slow and deliberate, his hands gently caressing her waist. Every now and then, he leaned in to place delicate kisses on her neck. The sensation of his lips against her skin caused a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, amplifying the electric connection they shared. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating dance between them.

As Pallavi swayed to the music, she couldn't help but notice a man across the room leering at her with blatant lust. He was seated with a girl on his lap, their lips locked in a kiss, but his eyes remained fixed on Pallavi, making her feel exposed and uncomfortable.

Damien's gaze followed Pallavi's, and he quickly spotted the unwanted attention. His expression darkened, his protective instincts flaring. Without a word, he marched over to the man, his anger barely contained.

"Hey!" Damien's voice was cold and threatening as he confronted the man. "Look away from her before I dig that disgusting eye balls out."

The man, taken aback by the fierce warning and Damien's imposing presence, quickly averted his gaze. Damien's posture remained tense, his anger evident as he returned to Pallavi's side, wrapping his arms around her once more to shield her from any further discomfort.

Pallavi was reaching for her fruit cocktail when she suddenly felt a rough hand sliding up her inner thighs. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she realized the hand was moving toward her most intimate area. She spun around to see the same man who had been leering at her earlier, his face twisted with a predatory grin.

He had managed to slip his fingers into her intimate space, making her panic. She tried to push him away with all her strength, but his grip was firm and overpowering, leaving her struggling in vain to free herself. Her heart raced, and she felt a rush of helplessness, desperately hoping someone would notice and come to her aid.

As the man's fingers thrust with increasing speed, Pallavi's cries of pain were swallowed by the loud, pulsating music of the club. She begged him to stop, her voice filled with desperation, but her pleas went unnoticed in the noisy, crowded environment.

He continued his assault, rubbing his crotch against her stomach while forcefully kissing and biting her neck. Pallavi tried to push him away with all her strength, but his grip was overpowering. Her fear and helplessness grew with each passing moment as she struggled to escape his relentless hold.

A powerful blow landed on the man's face, and Damien, consumed by fury, continued to punch him with unrelenting force. Each strike was fueled by his rage and desperation to protect Pallavi. The man's face quickly became a mess of blood and bruises, his condition deteriorating as Damien's assault persisted.

Eventually, some of Damien's friends intervened, managing to pull him away from the battered man. He was left crumpled on the floor, barely conscious and looking as though he were on the brink of death.

Pallavi, overwhelmed by trauma and fear, watched the scene unfold in a daze. Unable to cope with the intensity of the situation, she fled from the club, her heart racing as she ran into the night, seeking escape from the terror she had just endured.