Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 A game of desire and dominance, where every bite stirs the flames and retreat is never an option. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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Sitting in my cabin, the dim light casting long shadows over the rich, mahogany desk, my mind was anything but calm. I tried focusing on the screen in front of me, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I worked through documents, emails, and reports. But even as my hands moved automatically, my thoughts were locked on Devraj. That damned parasite!
A chip. They had inserted a tracking chip into Siya's neck. My jaw tightened, a muscle twitching under the surface as I remembered her pleading eyes when the doctor made that incision, and the small, metallic device that came out. Her skin, sensitive and delicate, had been violated without her even knowing it. And then her wrist-fractured and twisted. My vision blurred with rage. First, her broken wrist, and now this...
"Devraj!" I snarled through gritted teeth, the name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My fist slammed against the desk, rattling the papers, a pen rolling off the edge and clattering to the floor.
"You don't know the fury you've unleashed, you piece of filth. I will tear you apart limb from limb, make you feel every bit of pain you dared to inflict on her. Let you come out of your rat hole once-just once-and I'll see that you never find shelter again."
For years, the Rathore's and the Seth's had danced around each other like two beasts circling the same prey-the power and throne of Raipur. I always knew they had dirty hands, but this...My father's kidnapping still haunted my nights, and every instinct told me that the Seth's were behind it. Devraj, you have no idea what storm you've brought upon yourself. When I'm done with you, even the mention of my name will make you shiver in your graves!
I took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the burning fury that was turning my blood into molten lava. My mind raced with plans-strategies for how to corner them, dismantle their networks, ruin their every move until they were nothing but ashes beneath my feet. The keyboard clicked under my hands, faster, angrier, each keystroke almost a punch.
The intercom buzzed, cutting through the silence of my seething thoughts. A delivery boy walked in, holding a large bouquet of roses. My brow arched, recognizing the familiar, overly fancy packaging.
"From CEO Ms. Siya Sharma," he said with a polite bow, setting the bouquet down on my desk before scurrying out.
My lips twitched with a bitter smile. So, this is what she's up to now. It's been a month since she's been back under the same roof, and it's been a month of her trying to win me over with these constant little gestures. She's persistent, I'll give her that. Fifty bouquets. Fifty damn bouquets in thirty days! Each one coming with some cheesy, sensual line meant to catch my attention. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms, and studied the bouquet with a smirk. Roses, all tied up in crimson ribbons, and a note that read in her cursive handwriting: "To my Hukum-sa, for making my heart race every day. Don't worry, I'll keep sending them until I win you over... Love, Siya."
