Sweetest Sin

The Art of Persuasion 🍦😏

A small question for you all! 🤔💖

Have you guys already watched Sanam Teri Kasam? 😭 Because GUYS... I JUST watched it yesterday, and I have one burning question—HOW was I living my life so blissfully unaware of this masterpiece?! 😭🔥

Okay, okay, not in theaters (because I'm very much a home-alone-watch person who cringes at 99% of romantic movies). I've always been a suspense-thriller-horror freak, but I got curious about the hype and thought, chalo dekh lete hain. Biggest mistake. Because since then, I've already watched it FIVE TIMES on repeat. 💀

And let me tell you, no other romantic movie has ever done this to me. I was sitting there, dramatically taking balay of both leads like a desi aunty at a wedding. 😭 Every time Inder did something, I was clutching my heart like, "Banda pura Wattpad-coded hai, yaar." The protective, brooding, secretly obsessed, soft-but-intense male lead?? He had me in a chokehold. And Saru??? Don't even get me started—I wanted to wrap her in a blanket and protect her from the world. 😭💘

Anyway, this was just my little movie experience dump—if it bored you or offended you in any way... well... sorry not sorry, my heart is still busy recovering. 🥲💘 But if you get my obsession, let's cry together.

Tell me—have you watched it? Did it ruin you emotionally? Or am I just a latecomer to this pain fest? 😭💬

Dev's POV.

My hands trembled against her waist as I fought the war within myself. God, she was so delicate, so pure - like a flower that had bloomed just for me. The way she melted into my touch, so trusting, so innocent... it made me want to wrap her in silk and protect her from the world. But it also awakened something primal in me, something that craved to mark her, claim her, show the world that this miracle baby was mine.

The endearments echoed in my mind as I watched her chest rise and fall with quick breaths. How could one person be so many things at once? My precious princess who needed protection, my temptress who didn't even know her own power, my wife who looked at me like I hung the stars...

I had always prided myself on my control. In boardrooms, during crises, through every challenge - Dev Singh Rajwansh was unshakeable. But one look from these innocent eyes and I'm lost. Completely, utterly defeated. The mighty CEO, brought to his knees by the softest of touches, the gentlest of smiles.

And still my body screamed for more, but my heart... my heart wanted to worship her slowly, cherish every moment, every breath. She deserved gentle. She deserved soft. She deserved romance and tenderness and everything pure. But God help me, the way she responded to my touch... they tested every ounce of my restraint.

When did I become this man? This person who craved validation like air? I, who had built an empire with my bare hands, who had never needed anyone's approval, now found myself desperate for one word of praise from her lips. The way her eyes lit up when she saw me handle a crisis, the pride in her voice when she talked about me to others - it fed something in me I never knew was hungry.

An arranged marriage. That's how this started. A business arrangement turned into the greatest blessing of my life. But sometimes, in moments like these, with her soft and pliant in my arms, I found myself craving reassurance. Ridiculous, wasn't it? Dev Singh Rajwansh, who could silence a room with one look, wanting - no, needing - to hear his wife say she chose him, wants him, love him.

She shifted slightly in my arms, her saree rustling with the movement, and my grip tightened involuntarily. Mine. The possessiveness surprised me every time - this burning need to keep her close, to be her everything. Before her, my family got whatever part of me was left after work. Now? Now I wanted to give her everything - my time, my attention, my soul. And still, it didn't feel enough.