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33|"Apologies in the Dark: His Lush Regret, Her Fiery Desire"

In shadows deep, where silence lies,
His voice is velvet, drenched in sighs.
"I’m sorry, love," he softly pleads,
A whispered vow that tempts her needs.

But fury burns within her gaze,
A fire she cannot erase.
Her anger, sharp, a lover's bite,
Yet hunger stirs in the quiet night.

She’ll take his plea, but on her terms,
A dance of power, slow and firm.
Forgiveness, sweet, in darkness spun,
Where anger dies, and lust’s begun.

Avni Sahani was fire wrapped in silk, all sharp edges disguised beneath layers of elegance. And right now, she was testing every last shred of my patience.

I leaned against the doorframe of our bedroom, arms crossed, watching her through the dim golden glow of the bedside lamp. She stood before the vanity, brushing her long, dark hair, deliberately ignoring me. I knew that game well—silent defiance, practiced indifference. But beneath it, I saw the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers trembled slightly when they reached the ends of her strands.

"Still mad at me, are you?" My voice was low, edged with something darker. Something possessive.

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

I smirked.

"Silent treatment? How original, Mrs. Roy."

She stopped brushing, placing the hairbrush down with a deliberate softness that was more dangerous than an outright slam. Then she finally turned, those deep, whiskey-brown eyes locking onto mine, filled with the kind of hate that burned slow. Deliciously slow.

"I don’t have time for your games tonight, Krish," she said, voice smooth, composed. But I saw past the act.

I pushed off the doorframe, walking toward her with lazy, measured steps.

"Who said I was playing?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her chin lifting slightly—a silent challenge. God, she was beautiful when she fought me.