"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
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I am giving you all this chapter but don't take it as granted I need response from your side too if I am giving you all chapters.
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Samaira didn't know when sleep finally overtook her. One moment, she had been sitting at the edge of the bed, watching Veeransh's peaceful, albeit exhausted, figure. The next, her head had dipped forward as she succumbed to the weight of the night's events. But her sleep was short-lived, shattered by the sound of Veeransh groaning in his sleep.
"Ahh... it's cold..." he muttered, his body trembling violently beneath the sheets. His face was drenched in sweat, and his entire body shook uncontrollably as fever wracked his frame.
Panic surged through Samaira as she jolted awake, immediately rushing to his side. "Veer, are you okay?" she asked, her voice quivering with concern. She reached out, her hand brushing against his forehead, and her heart lurched. He was burning up-far hotter than anyone should be. "Oh my God, he's burning..." she muttered under her breath, quickly turning to go get medicine.
But before she could even take a step, Veeransh's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength. With a swift motion, he pulled her back, causing her to land on top of him. Her body was pressed against his, her breath hitching as she suddenly found herself staring into his fevered eyes, which had opened and were looking straight at her, filled with a strange, delirious intensity.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, despite his fever, his voice thick and raspy as he whispered, "Where are you going?"
Samaira's breath caught in her throat, her face flushed from both the sudden intimacy and the heat radiating from his body. Biting her lip, she looked down, avoiding his piercing gaze. "V-Veer, you're burning up. Let me check on you," she stammered, trying to wriggle free, but Veeransh only tightened his grip, his hand moving to her waist as he softly yet firmly positioned her to sit atop his stomach.
Her pulse raced as she felt his touch, her cheeks flushing a deep red. In this state-fevered, sweaty, and clearly delirious-Veeransh was still being a pervert. She could barely breathe as he murmured in a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, "I'd rather have you under me than checking on me, baby."
