This book follows the dark, obsessive love story between Vishakha, an innocent Indian girl, and Kim Taehyung, a ruthless mafia lord. Vishakha's parents work under Taehyung, but her life takes a terrifying turn when Taehyung becomes fixated on her. K...
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Vishakha paced around the spacious room, her heart racing with conflicting emotions. She couldn't deny that the luxury and care Taehyung provided were beyond anything she had experienced before, but the walls of the mansion felt like a prison. Every corner of the room reminded her of his control, his obsession, and the way he watched her as if she was his possession.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind as she stood by the large window, staring out at the vast gardens below. Taehyung's words echoed in her mind
"YOU'RE MINE, AND NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH YOU BUT ME."
She hated him for trapping her here. She hated how powerless she felt. But at the same time, the gentleness with which he treated her left her confused. In the dead of night, when the fear and loneliness crept in, his presence, as terrifying as it was, also brought her a strange sense of security.
The door opened, and Taehyung entered the room. He moved with the grace of someone who was always in control, every step deliberate and calculated. He was wearing a black suit, his face cold and unreadable.
Vishakha's stomach tightened at the sight of him.
"You haven't eaten," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of concern that he tried to hide.
"I wasn't hungry," Vishakha replied, her voice trembling slightly.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his gaze piercing through her. "That's not an excuse, kitten. You need to take care of yourself."
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned away from him, looking out of the window. "Why do you even care? You keep me here like a prisoner, Taehyung. How do you expect me to feel?"
Taehyung's hand came up, gently gripping her chin and turning her face to meet his. His touch was firm but not painful, yet the intensity of his gaze made her heart race. "I care because you're mine. No one else will ever have you. I will protect you, even from yourself if I must."
Vishakha pulled her face away, her emotions swirling between fear, anger, and something else she didn't want to admit. "But this isn't protection, Taehyung. It's control. You don't own me."
A cold smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head slightly. "Oh, but I do. I own everything about you, kitten. Your body, your thoughts, your future. And you will understand that in time."
His words sent a chill down her spine, and yet there was an undeniable pull she felt towards him, as much as she wanted to resist it. The way he said her name.. Vishakha as kitten.. with such possessiveness and authority, it left her both shaken and intrigued.
"I hate this," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I hate being here. I hate what you're doing to me."
Taehyung's expression softened, but his eyes remained cold. "You think you hate it now, but soon you'll understand. I'm giving you everything, kitten. More than anyone else ever could. More than you could have ever imagined."
