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Riyansh Raghuwanshi sat on the cold floor, his wrists bound in leather cuffs attached to the bed’s frame. The faint glow from the chandelier above cast long shadows across the room, making everything feel heavy.
He rested his head against the wall, his heart beating faster as he waited for the man who now owned him. Digvijay Singh Rathore.
Digvijay was the last person he should love. He was his family’s enemy, a ruthless man who had taken him as a prize, stripping Riyansh of his freedom and forcing him into submission. But instead of feeling hatred, all Riyansh felt was longing. A deep, painful love that burned through him every time Digvijay’s dark, possessive gaze landed on him.
The door creaked open. Riyansh’s body tensed. His heart leapt as Digvijay entered, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He wore a black silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing the sharp cut of his collarbone. His presence filled the room, making it hard for Riyansh to breathe.
Digvijay stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at him, his sharp brown eyes filled with something dark and dangerous—obsession. “Still sitting like that, “Riyansh?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Riyansh didn’t answer. He knew Digvijay liked it when he resisted, just enough to fuel the tension between them. But his silence wasn’t defiance—it was fear. Not of Digvijay, but of his own heart. He was hopelessly in love with the man who was supposed to be his captor, and it hurt more than the cuffs around his wrists ever could.
Digvijay knelt down, his hand slipping beneath Riyansh’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Still pretending you hate this?” he whispered, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.
Riyansh’s throat tightened, and his pulse quickened under Digvijay’s touch. His skin felt hot, and his mind screamed at him to look away, but his heart kept him locked in place.
“Say something,” Digvijay murmured, his thumb brushing over Riyansh’s lower lip. “Or are you just waiting for me to break you?”
Riyansh closed his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him. “I hate you,” he muttered, but the words sounded hollow even to his own ears.
Digvijay chuckled, the sound soft and dangerous. “No, you don’t.” He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing Riyansh’s ear. “You love me. You’re just too scared to admit it.”
Riyansh flinched, but not because of Digvijay’s words. It was the truth buried deep within him that hurt the most. He had fallen in love with the man who was supposed to be his enemy, the man his family hated with every fiber of their being. And the worst part? He didn’t care.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Riyansh whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Why didn’t you just let me go?”
Digvijay’s expression softened, but the obsession in his eyes never wavered. “Because I can’t, Riyansh. I don’t want anyone else to have you. You belong to me.”
The words hit Riyansh like a punch to the gut. They were possessive, controlling, and completely wrong—but they made his heart race all the same.
“You’re insane,” Riyansh whispered, tears burning at the corners of his eyes.
Digvijay’s hand slipped from Riyansh’s chin to his throat, not squeezing, but holding him in place, making him feel trapped and protected at the same time. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But you don’t want to leave, do you?”
Riyansh opened his mouth to deny it, to say that he hated every second in Digvijay’s presence. But the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, he knew the truth—he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay here, in this dangerous dance between love and captivity, with the only man who had ever made him feel alive.
Digvijay’s grip on Riyansh’s throat loosened, his fingers trailing down to the collar that rested snugly around Riyansh’s neck. It was a simple leather collar, but to Riyansh, it felt heavier than any chain. It was a symbol of his submission, his surrender to a love he couldn’t control.
“Look at me,” Digvijay ordered softly. Riyansh obeyed, his gaze locking with Digvijay’s. “Say it. Say that you’re mine.”
Riyansh’s heart hammered in his chest. The words sat heavy on his tongue, waiting to be spoken. He knew that once he said them, there would be no going back. He would be Digvijay’s, in every way that mattered.
“I’m yours,” Riyansh whispered, the words shaky but sincere.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Digvijay’s face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Riyansh’s in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. Riyansh melted into it, his body relaxing against the bedpost as all his resistance faded away.
To be continued.......
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