𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 His Luna 🥀~

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He saw her..

Reaching her window, Anubhav paused,
his breath hitching as his gaze locked onto the vision before him. The faint golden glow of the lamp bathed her room in a soft light, casting delicate shadows across her form. There she sat, perched on the edge of her bed, a single payal held delicately between her fingers.

Her lehenga choli, an earthy maroon with intricate gold embroidery, clung to her curves, highlighting the delicate grace of her form. The fabric shimmered subtly under the lamplight, but it was her long, wavy hair that stole his breath. Cascading like an inky waterfall down her back, it framed her face, a picture of innocence that belied the fire she ignited in him.

She was entirely unaware of his gaze, her focus on the payal in her hand. Her slender fingers delicately traced the intricate design of the anklet, as if lost in thought. Occasionally, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her bangles jingling softly in the quiet room.

Anubhav’s eyes roamed her, taking in every detail—the curve of her bare waist where the choli ended, the sway of her ghagra pooling around her as she shifted slightly, and the arch of her neck as she tilted her head, lost in her own world.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. His heart thundered in his chest, but his resolve grew stronger. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was ethereal, and the thought of anyone else daring to claim her set his blood ablaze.

The soft rustle of fabric and the faint sound of her bangles echoed in the stillness, completely masking the quiet footsteps approaching her window. Anubhav stood outside, his sharp gaze locked onto her. His heart pounded, not with hesitation, but with the anticipation of the inevitable. She looked ethereal, almost otherworldly, but his resolve was as unyielding as the blade of his sword.

The faint creak of the window barely made a sound as he slipped inside with the precision of a predator. In one swift motion, he was behind her, his shadow enveloping her smaller frame. She turned abruptly, her wide, startled eyes meeting his, but before she could react, a cloth pressed against her mouth and nose.

Her muffled cries filled the air as her hands clawed at his arm, her delicate fingers no match for the steel grip that held her. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pinning her to him, his heart thundering in his chest as her struggles began to weaken.

“Shh…” he murmured, his deep voice laced with a dark tenderness as her body grew limp against him.

“Now you're mine Luna 🌕”

As her eyes fluttered shut, Anubhav adjusted her in his arms, cradling her unconscious form as though she were the most fragile treasure. Her ghagra's intricate folds trailed along the floor, her hair spilling over his arm like ink on parchment.

Without a word, he turned, stepping back into the shadows from where he had come. The night cloaked them, the jingling of her remaining anklet the only sound accompanying his measured, resolute footsteps.

Each step seemed to bring him closer to a purpose—his purpose. The cold air brushed against his skin as he moved swiftly and silently through the garden, making his way toward the waiting vehicle parked in the distant shadows. His heart raced, not with fear, but with the anticipation of what lay ahead.

As he approached the car, his gaze never left her face. The dim glow of the lanterns in the distance flickered in her skin, casting a soft, almost ethereal light. She looked so delicate, her innocence a stark contrast to the dark resolve in his eyes. Yet, as much as he desired her, he couldn’t ignore the underlying tension in his chest. This was only the beginning, but the end of this night... that remained unclear.