A Relationship That Blurs The Lines Between Love and Obsession
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Raghavendra Singh Rajvansh , is ruthless , heir to thron of royal , prominent state of Rajasthan with being it's chief minister and innumerable...
Meera's cheeks flushed and she hesitated, trembling slightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Raghavendra's cheek in a gentle kiss. She pulled back, her face ablaze with shyness, her eyes closed breathing heavily...
Raghavendra's lips curved into a smirk as she pulled back. "So innocent," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Raghavendra's finger traced her jawline, his touch sending sparks. Meera's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting downward. She felt exposed, vulnerable.
Meera gently slid off Raghavendra's lap, her cheeks still flushed from their moment.
She smoothed her hair, tucking stray strands behind her ears. Her fingers trailed down to her suit, adjusting the straps and straightening the wrinkles.
Raghavendra watched her, his eyes lingering on every movements his expression turned serious. "I have to leave for the penthouse now, Meera. Make sure to lock the door properly behind me."
Meera nodded, her eyes already feeling the weight of his departure. As Raghavendra stepped out of Meera's home, the cool night air enveloped him, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers from the nearby garden. The darkness seemed to swirl around him, punctuated only by the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows.
He spotted the figure lurking in the shadows - Raj the bodyguard he had assigned to protect Meera without her knowledge.
Raj," Raghavendra called out, his voice low.
Raj emerged from the darkness, his expression alert. "Sir?"
"Keep a close eye on her," Raghavendra instructed. "Ensure her safety at all times. I don't want anyone bothering her."
Raj nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "Understood, sir. I'll be vigilant."
Satisfied, Raghavendra turned and walked towards his car, parked discreetly nearby. His driver, Kumar, stood at attention, opening the door for him.
To the penthouse, sir?" Kumar asked.
Raghavendra nodded, settling into the plush leather seat. "Yes." He said giving monosyllabic answer.
As the car pulled away from Meera's residence, Raghavendra's thoughts drifted back to her. He couldn't shake off the feeling of possessiveness, the need to protect her.
The city lights blurred outside his window, his mind consumed by visions of Meera's smile, her laughter, and her sparkling eyes and his thoughts spiraled into darkness.
Meera.
His possession. His obsession.
He couldn't shake off the feeling of ownership, the need to claim her as his own.
Raghavendra's mind replayed their moments together - the way Meera's eyes sparkled, her smile, her laughter. His thoughts consumed by her presence.
Meera was his, and he'd stop at nothing to keep her safe, to keep her his.
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Raghavendra strode into his penthouse, the soft glow of the city lights illuminating his chiseled features. He made his way to his bedroom, shedding his jacket and tie along the way.
As he stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down his body, washing away the tension. He pushed his hair back, the droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
Meera's face flashed in his mind, her bright smile piercing his thoughts. His gaze lingered on her lips, full and inviting. Those dimples, a constant source of fascination. And that mole on her collarbone... his favorite.
Raghavendra's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. Possessiveness coursed through his veins, a primal urge to claim her. His hands curled into fists, the water pounding against his skin.
He couldn't shake off the memory of her touch, the softness of her skin. His mind replayed their encounter, every whisper, every glance.
A low growl rumbled in his throat. He wanted her. All of her.
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The water temperature seemed to rise, mirroring the heat building inside him. Raghavendra's thoughts turned carnal, his desire for Meera raging like a wildfire.
He shut off the shower, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Water dripped from his body, his chest heaving with restrained passion.
Raghavendra's eyes blazed with intensity, his gaze burning with unrelenting passion. His thoughts ravaged by visions of Meera, her smile a siren's call, beckoning him deeper.
He stepped out of the shower, water droplets clinging to his sculpted physique. His hair, a tangled mess, framed his chiseled face, accentuating the fierce desire etched on his features.
As he towel-dried his body, his movements were fluid, almost predatory. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, a testament to the raw power coursing through his veins.
Meera's name echoed in his mind, a mantra fueling his obsession. He craved her touch, her taste, her surrender.
Raghavendra's jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. The hunger within him growled, demanding satisfaction.
He strode to his bedroom, his footsteps purposeful. The city lights outside seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat, a symphony of desire.
His gaze fell upon the bed, his mind conjuring images of Meera beneath him, her body arching in surrender.
A primal groan rumbled in his throat. Raghavendra's fists clenched, his body trembling with restraint.
