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Each touch ignites a spark divine, A whisper of fate—forever, you're mine.
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He loomed over me, his tall, imposing figure cutting off any chance of escape. His chest heaved slightly, and the dangerous gleam in his eyes made my heart stutter in my chest.
I swallowed hard, feeling the tension in the air. This wasn’t the Arhaan who had sent me polite and dry texts over the years. This was someone darker, someone furious—and that anger was directed at me.
“I thought you were busy today. Isn’t that what you said?” His voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down my spine.
I forced myself to find my voice, but it came out smaller than I intended. “I was busy,” I managed, though my throat felt dry, like I’d swallowed sandpaper.
He laughed darkly, the sound devoid of humor. “From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re too busy giggling and playing the perfect girlfriend to some bastard.” His jaw clenched as he spat the words, and despite the intimidation in his gaze, a tiny, ridiculous part of me found satisfaction in how angry he was. It was like... he wanted me for himself.
I opened my mouth to explain, to say anything, but he silenced me instantly by pressing a finger against my lips. The touch was both electrifying and terrifying. His dark eyes bore into mine, intense and unyielding.
“Shh,” he hissed softly. “I hate liars, Solara. And I’d hate to hear another lie come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Solara. A nickname. When did that happen? I blinked, trying to focus. Was this happening? Arhaan Chauhan, the man I’d been obsessed with for years, had me pinned against a door and was calling me by some mysterious, intimate nickname. My heart was racing so fast I could barely hear my own thoughts over it.
"Is he really your boyfriend?" he asked, voice dropping an octave, sending heat straight to my cheeks—and other places I didn’t want to acknowledge right now. God, was this the effect of Arhaan Chauhan or had I downed one too many glasses of champagne?
