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Ishitha's POV
My mind was foggy, every thought swirling in a dizzying haze as I fought to understand what was happening.
My head was throbbing and I blinked, slowly, as the world came into focus—
My heart sank as I realized where I was.
I was here.
Right here in his arms.
My body went rigid, my pulse racing as I tried to make sense of everything.
Wait.
What happened?
How am I here?
One moment, I was clutching a piece of glass to my throat, threatening to end everything if he didn't leave me.
I'd felt so sure, that everything was in my control and he couldn't toy me anymore.
But now...now I was here, cradled against his chest, trapped in his embrace as he carried me to our so-called bedroom.
Panic rose in my throat, my breaths shallow.
The metallic scent of blood filled my nose, making me nauseous.
His blood, my blood, our mingled wounds, stained skin, sticky texture, clothes clunging to our bodies and bruised hearts pressed heavily on me, making my stomach churn.
"W-what..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a whisper, the words slipping out before I could even think.
But he didn't respond.
He just kept walking, his hold on me firm, unyielding, like he thought I might try to break free again.
When we reached the bedroom, he lowered me onto the bed, his hands lingering at my shoulders, fingers trailing down my arms as if he were afraid I'd vanish into thin air.
I stood up quickly, forcing myself to ignore the dizziness that nearly pulled me back down. I gripped the edge of the bed, grounding myself, and looked him straight in the eye. "How am I here?" I managed, each word tinged with anger and exhaustion. "What did you do?" As I pushed him with all my strength.
His face remained impassive, his gaze never wavering.
He watched me, his expression shifting slightly as his eyes traced the bruises on my neck, the fresh marks along my wrists. For a brief second, I thought I saw regret in his eyes, a flicker of something almost human.
But then it was gone, replaced by that same dark intensity.
"Seems like I was too lenient on you," he murmured, his voice dark and possessive, the faintest hint of a sneer twisting his lips.
His grip tightened around my wrist, holding me firmly in place, daring me to resist, daring me to defy him.
I could feel his breath, warm and slow, ghosting over my lips as he spoke, igniting a primal fear deep within me.
My body trembled, my senses trapped in a whirlwind of his husky voice that wrapped around me like a shroud, his touch igniting fire along my skin, and his closeness enveloping me in an intoxicating mix of danger and desire that made my heart race wildly.
"You need to know what betrayal costs." His voice dropped lower, each word dripping with fury and something darker that sent a chill down my spine.
He leaned in closer, his gaze flickering over me, watching every shaky breath I took, every gulp of air that trembled in my throat—
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Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption
عاطفية# Book 1 in Hearts Series "Seems like I was too lenient on you," he murmured, his voice dark and possessive, the faintest hint of a sneer twisting his lips. His grip tightened around my wrist, holding me firmly in place, daring me to resist, daring...
