𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝟲

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I close my eyes, remembering our first meeting. I still remember how I felt that day-angry, confused, anxious, and happy. Just seeing her made my heart race. It felt like love for me, but deep down, I knew it was obsession.

I felt something stirring in my pants, only to find myself ready to explode with desire. I closed my eyes and muttered to myself, "Look, my soul, how many nights I've spent trying to calm this beast down because of you. Please come to me now." I remembered her face, her cuteness, her innocent voice, and the tears in her eyes from the day we met. It was her first encounter with me, and I thought, "She cares for me." It was true-she was incredibly beautiful, like a goddess.

It's not that I didn't keep my eyes on her. I had almost seven to eight bodyguards hidden around us, all female. I didn't want any males nearby her. I knew everything about her-her favorite color, aqua blue, her favorite strawberry mousse cake, even the sanitary pads she used. I had filled our room's wardrobe with everything she needed. Right now, I wanted her with every fiber of my being: her soul, her heart, her body-everything. I wanted her at any cost.

I placed my hand over my chest, where her name was carved. Yes, yesterday I tattooed her name by myself because I didn't want anyone else touching her, not even her name. Even though I had spent many nights admiring her face and imagining her taking care of me, I could feel the pleasure rising inside me just by thinking about it.

I instantly opened the washroom door, which was just my style-dark and black inside. There were almost thirty-four pictures of her taken from her house, the mall, cafes, and college-every place she had been. Each picture showed her in different outfits, from traditional to Western. I walked toward a picture of her eating ice cream and removed my coat, rolling up my sleeves and loosening my tie before opening the shower.

I closed my eyes, admiring her body in my mind, which looked like that of a goddess. After a while, I opened my eyes, bored, and poured myself a glass of wine, lost in my thoughts, which were painful yet full of desire. I couldn't deny it-she was incredibly hot.

I stood in my room, wrapped in a towel, my thoughts racing like a storm. I was the king of Rajasthan, a powerful mafia leader. People feared my name, and I ruled with strength. But all of that power meant nothing when I thought about her. She was my obsession, and I knew she was meant to be my queen.

The thought of her filled me with determination. I wanted her by my side, to make her my queen. I could see her standing with me, strong and beautiful, earning the love and respect of everyone around us. Together, we would rule with a blend of love and power. I would protect her fiercely, ensuring that no one could ever hurt her.

I imagined showering her with gifts and taking her to amazing places. I wanted to see the joy on her face, to hear her laughter fill the air. I wanted to be the man who made her smile, the one she could trust with her heart. I knew I could be more than just a man in the shadows; I could be the king she needed.

I poured myself another glass of wine and took a deep breath, thinking about how I would tell her. I wanted to show her how much I cared. I wanted her to feel cherished and adored every single day.

But I knew I had to act quickly. I wanted to claim her heart before anyone else could. I would make my intentions clear. I would not allow anyone to stand in my way. I would do whatever it took to win her love.

With each passing moment, my desire grew stronger. I wanted to show her the world, to make her feel special and loved. I wanted to be the king who brought happiness into her life.

I stepped away from the window, my mind made up. I would lay everything I had at her feet. I would build a life with her, where she could be herself without fear. No one would dare challenge our love.

In my heart, I knew she was the one I had been waiting for. She was my soulmate, and I was ready to do anything to make her mine. Together, we would create a powerful bond, and nothing could break it.

I took one last sip of my wine, feeling the warmth spread through me. My heart raced as I thought about her, and I smiled, knowing that soon, she would be at my side, my beautiful queen.

I had just finished my usual routine of having dinner alone in my room when my mother called for me. It had been a long time since she asked me to eat with the family. I was curious, so I walked to the dining hall.

When I entered, I saw everyone gathered around the table. It felt strange to see everyone together like this. as I took my seat, trying to keep my face cold and serious. The chatter around me faded, and I focused on my mother, who looked nervous but determined.

Finally, after a few moments of small talk, she cleared her throat. "Hukum sa," she said softly, drawing everyone's attention. "Do you want to get married?"

The question surprised me. For the first time, we were talking about marriage. It made me feel excited inside, but I didn't want to show it. I kept my face blank.

"Yes," I said, my voice steady. "I found a girl for me."

The words came out before I could think. I didn't wait for my mother or anyone else to reply. I stood up quickly, the chair scraping against the floor, and turned to leave.

I could hear my mother calling after me, her voice filled with worry, but I didn't care. I respected her because she was my elder, but I was tired of listening to her past. This was my life, and I was ready to take charge.

As I walked back to my room, I felt a rush of excitement. I had made a decision, and it felt good. I was ready to make her my queen, and nothing would stop me.

Sitting on my bed, I realized that my life was about to change a lot. The thought of marrying her filled me with hope and determination. I wouldn't let anything or anyone get in my way. She was the one I had been waiting for, and soon everyone would know it too.