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She was his favourite sin ~
Myra Arora moves through the world like a rumor no one bothers to confirm. A quiet student with lowered eyes and a voice that survives only as a whisper, she blends into university corridors as if she was never meant to be remembered. But "Myra" is only the surface they were given.
Beneath it lives 'Shadow'-a girl rebuilt from erased memories, sharpened pain, and a past carefully rewritten by people who never planned to let her stay whole.
Agastya Oberoi is a professor wrapped in control. Calm voice. Cold gaze. The kind of man people trust until they realize they shouldn't.
But in the underworld, he is called 'Raakh' -and where he walks, even power learns to burn quietly.
She was taught to vanish.
He was taught to dominate.
And yet, in a world built to keep them apart, they look at each other like something familiar... something dangerous... something already remembered.
Because some hunters don't chase.
They find what was never meant to be seen.
~Snippet~
Each thrust bring back a reminder to every time she wanted to ruin.
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅.
The pace was relentless. Every thrust was a challenge, a statement of power. They were fighting for dominance
even now, their bodies clashing in a rhythmic, violent dance. Myra wrapped her legs around his waist, not out of affection, but to pull him deeper, to force him to feel the intensity of her own desperate need.
𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of rage and ecstasy. Agastya saw it-the conflict in her eyes-and it only fueled him. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear as he drove himself into her with punishing depth.