𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮| 18+

𝟕𝟔. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

ARMAAN

"Okay, now take off this lehenga"

I commanded sternly. Her anger intensified upon hearing this, but just then, I received a message on my phone. Seeing it, a different expression crossed my face, but I kept my calm. I kissed her forehead and said, "Strip off every single piece of clothing and wear absolutely nothing. Understand? I'll be back in a few minutes."

I could see how my words made her blush furiously. Smiling at her reaction, I picked up my phone and left.

A While Later -
When I returned to the room, the sight before my eyes made the corners of my mouth curl.

She was asleep, wrapped in that black sheet. I went to her and gently sat beside her. Slipping my hand under the blanket, I began to explore her body, my face growing more intense with each touch.
She had followed my instructions and was wearing nothing. Seeing this, my emotions surged, and as I caressed her thighs upwards, I leaned down and kissed her lips, whispering softly, "Good Girl."

With this, I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms tightly around her back. Utterly worn out, she snuggled completely against my chest and climbed onto it.
Her naked being was touching me effortlessly and I felt like to ruin her right now. But... She must be tired as a lot of things happened so quickly.
I watched her actions with a sigh and kissed her head. She fell into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion. But sleep was a distant memory, my mind consumed by a storm of dark, thrilling thoughts.
As I traced patterns on her back with an obsessive intensity, I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear.

"Something new is about to happen, Darling. Be ready," I whispered, my voice a low, dangerous growl laced with wild anticipation.

Where Ayesha, oblivious to everything, was in deep sleep.

"You're mine now, Ayesha. But that's not enough. The whole world must know who you are and, more importantly, who owns you. I want every person who dares to look your way to tremble with fear. Because soon, in front of everyone, you’ll become... Ayesha Armaan Mallik! And they’ll all know you belong to me." His face twisted into a maddened grin as he slowly closed his eyes.

A wicked smile spread across my lips, the thrill of what was to come coursing through me like a drug, setting my pulse racing with raw, untamed obsession.

THIRD PERSON

Next morning, Mallik Mansion -
The morning had arrived, yet no sunlight filtered through Armaan's room, only a few rays of sunlight were creeping into Ayesha's eyes, disturbing her sleep.

Armaan's room was entirely dark, yet its luxurious ambiance was unmistakable. The heavy, dark drapes blocked out any hint of moonlight, casting the space in a deep, seductive shadow. The walls were painted in rich, dark tones, adorned with abstract art that hinted at both chaos and control, much like Armaan himself.
A massive, rough-hewn wooden bed dominated the center of the room, its headboard carved with intricate designs that spoke of both elegance and raw strength. The bed was covered in dark silk sheets, the fabric cool and inviting against the skin. Heavy, dark leather furniture pieces were strategically placed around the room, their rugged appearance softened by plush cushions.

An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals catching the faintest light and casting a subtle, almost eerie glow over the room. The floor was covered with a deep, luxurious rug that muffled footsteps, adding to the room's secretive and intimate atmosphere.

Every detail in the room, from the dark, polished wood of the furniture to the heavy, iron accents, reflected a blend of opulence and ruggedness. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather, a fragrance that was both intoxicating and masculine, mirroring Armaan's own powerful presence.