𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was praised.