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People might be thinking that I am happy, but what should I tell them? Am I truly happy after ending the 21-year-long, beautiful relationship with my sister? Or am I happy marrying a stranger without my will?

Beta, don't cry, or you'll get a fever," Mama said gently, petting my hair. Karan Bhaiya was sitting right behind me, changing the strips of cold water on my forehead again and again.

Karan Bhaiya, look at me! Why are you smiling? Why on earth is he smiling? Doesn't he feel bad for his own sister? So I asked him, 'Are you making fun of me?'

No, baccha," he said softly, moving the hair from my forehead. "You should sleep now," and he turned off the light. I was crying, but my mother was rubbing my hands. Karan Bhaiya left the room, and after a few minutes, my mother also left. I don't know when I fell into a deep sleep.

I

stood on the balcony, hidden in the shadows, watching Misha sleep. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her delicate features. She looked peaceful, but I knew she had been crying. I sent a doctor to check on her and had medicine delivered. I wanted to make sure she was okay, but it wasn't just her health that occupied my mind.

I couldn't stop thinking about the men who had seen her. I had taken care of them. Anyone who looked at her for more than two seconds no longer existed. I had eyes everywhere, and I made sure that no one could ever hurt her or even look at her the way I did. My obsession ran deep. Misha was mine, and I would protect her by any means necessary.

Watching her sleep made my heart race. I admired her innocence, how she had no idea about the darkness around her. She didn't know I was the king of Rajasthan, the most powerful man in the world. She didn't know how much I desired her. Every time I thought of her, a heat surged through me, and I felt an overwhelming need to claim her completely.

I imagined myself holding her close, feeling her soft skin against mine. The thought sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to taste her, to make her mine in every way possible. I dreamed of the day we would be together, of the night I could finally show her just how much I wanted her.

I had been patient, waiting for the right moment. The night was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I pictured Misha, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise and maybe a bit of fear when she realized who I truly was. I wanted her to look at me with admiration but also with a hint of fear. I wanted her to know that I would do anything for her, even if it meant stepping into darkness.

But I wasn't going to scare her tonight. Instead, I just admired her from afar. I wanted her to feel safe in her dreams, unaware of my lurking presence. I wanted to be the man she dreamed of, the one who would take her into a world where she would never have to fear anything-except for my intense love.

The thoughts of her filled my mind, and I felt myself getting lost in the fantasies. I imagined bringing her to my mansion, where I could show her how a king treated his queen. I wanted to see her blush as I whispered sweet words into her ear, telling her how much I desired her.

I envisioned the moment when I would finally take her in my arms, feeling her body against mine. I wanted to feel her heartbeat quicken as I kissed her softly, then passionately, igniting a fire between us. I wanted to see her innocence melt away, replaced by the wild passion I would unleash within her.

But I had to wait. I wanted to build anticipation, to make her crave me as much as I craved her. I wanted her to be excited and nervous at the same time. I would be the one to guide her into a world filled with pleasure, a world where she would never want to leave my side.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but smile. Misha was everything I had ever wanted. I would protect her, love her, and make her mine. And when the time was right, I would show her just how dark and passionate my love could be.

For now, I would remain in the shadows, admiring her beauty, plotting, and waiting. She would soon understand that my love, while intense and perhaps frightening, was all-consuming. I would be the king who claimed her heart, and nothing would ever come between us.

As I climbed onto Misha's balcony, my heart raced with anticipation. The moonlight illuminated her peaceful face, unaware of my presence. I gazed at her, captivated by her innocence. This moment felt electric, and I was determined to keep her close, even if it meant hiding in the shadows.

I quietly approached her, gently caressing her face, taking in her beauty as I admired her soft features. Slowly, I removed her t-shirt, revealing her black bra beneath. I couldn't help but appreciate the way her body looked. As I settled myself closer, I rested my head just above her clothed breasts. For the first time, I felt a sense of peace and comfort as I drifted off to sleep beside her.

As I lay there, the warmth of her body surrounded me, and I felt a strange sense of calm. I listened to her soft, rhythmic breathing, which soothed my racing thoughts. In that moment, nothing else mattered; the outside world faded away, and all I could focus on was her.

I couldn't shake the feeling of possessiveness that washed over me. She was mine, and I wanted to protect her, even if my love was dark and twisted. I watched her peaceful expression, knowing that she was unaware of my presence and the lengths I would go to keep her safe.

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