Obsession unleashed

Chapter 11

The air crackled with anticipation as Raghuvendra, strode towards the door of their opulent chamber.

His footsteps echoed in the silence, each one a promise of dominance, possession, and a love that bordered on obsession.

Meera, his bride, was a vision of nervous beauty, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing.

Raghuvendra's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He had waited for this moment, for this woman, for an eternity.

She was his, his to cherish, his to command. His heart pounded with a mixture of desire and a possessive need that threatened to consume him.
"Meera," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, "You are mine now."

Meera's breath hitched. She had always been a shy, submissive soul, and the intensity of his gaze, the raw power in his voice, sent shivers down her spine.

She longed for his touch, for his love, but also feared the intensity of his emotions.

"Come here, Meera," he commanded, his voice a low, seductive growl that resonated through the dimly lit room.

Meera's heart raced as she felt his gaze bore into her soul.

"You are mine, Meera," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Mine to cherish, mine to protect, mine to love ."

Her pulse quickened, and she hesitated, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. As she took a tentative step forward, her heels clicked against the polished marble floor. Before she could utter a word-perhaps a meek protest, or an innocent inquiry-he was upon her, cutting her off with a kiss so fierce and consuming that it rendered her momentarily breathless.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist; only they remained-two souls intertwined by fate, yet worlds apart in their personalities.

Meera, shy and submissive, was not a force to be reckoned with.

She often hid behind her uncertainty, her nervousness giving her an ethereal beauty that made Raghvendra's heart race.

Her doe-like eyes flickered with a mixture of awe and trepidation as she turned to face him.

Raghvendra's lips crashed against hers, fervent and raw. It was as though he was trying to engrave her essence onto his own being-his tongue danced with hers in a passionate duel while his hands staked a claim on her slender waist and the delicate nape of her neck.

The kiss was electric,

Iigniting a fire within her where there had only been anxiety moments ago.

She understood: this was his way of assuring himself that she was finally here, his to cherish and possess, in a world that had always tried to take her from him.

"Are you okay?" he murmured against her lips, caressing her cheek with his thumb, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and possession.

"Jii" she stammered, her cheeks flushed, heart racing as she processed the intensity of his emotions.

The possessiveness in his gaze sent shivers down her spine, both exhilarating and terrifying. Though she had long known of his nature, the reality of it enveloped her like a warm cocoon.

Raghvendra's hands traveled down her sides, exploring the contours of her body, igniting embers in her that she hadn't known existed. He was a king in his own right, and she-his tentative queen. The lines between power and submission blurred as she leaned into his touch, melting into the warmth he offered.