He craved to take my innocence. He hungered to claim me. All I craved was to belong to him. ARMAAN PODDAR The moment I laid eyes on Abhira, I knew I had to possess her, no matter the cost. Some might call me ruthless for leveraging her father's failure to repay me in kind, for seizing Abhira as my compensation. But she was mine to take, and in my world, when I desired something, I seized it. And oh, how I desired her. She was merely a pawn in our game, collateral damage when her father faltered in his obligations. They think it's a mere week of possession. They're in for a surprise. I plan to keep her, body and soul. ABHIRA My father's debt to Armaan Poddar left me at his mercy, and he seemed to relish in it, especially when he claimed me as his prize. Having harbored an unspoken attraction to the dominant businessman for years, I found myself torn between fear and excitement about what lay ahead. He wanted me for a week, to use me however he pleased. He hungered for my innocence. But I understood this was more than a simple transaction. This was about Armaan's craving to own me completely, to possess every part of who I was. And as twisted as it might seem, I yearned to surrender myself entirely to him. WARNING: This story delves into dark desires, featuring a commanding Armaan who plays dirty and dominates even dirtier. It's a wild ride, explicit and intense, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

She turned me into a better man, but it seems I still couldn't meet the mark to keep her by my side. Brooklyn-born, muscles that demand attention, and a stare that could melt ice - that's the vibe I bring. The bad boy she was cautioned to steer clear of. We weren't destined for forever, but damn, her lips tasted like temptation, and her curves felt under my hand... I fought hard to make it work. Slapped a ring on her finger, cleaned up my act - all in the name of love. Should've seen the storm coming. One misstep, and we unraveled. Now, I'm left scrambling to salvage what we had. It wasn't a fairy tale, but if I could make her stay once, I'm damn sure I can do it again. Just watch. I'm crazy about my wife, and I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers. Love doesn't dance with deceit; it revels in the truth. It stands firm, trusts, hopes, and never gives up. - 1 Corinthians 13 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I ended up marrying the bad boy from Brooklyn. The one without tattoos but had that unmistakable gaze screaming trouble. His eyes came with a bunch of red flags. I was well aware of what I was getting into. I could sense it in the way he touched me, taking possession with his commanding hands. Saying no wasn't even an option, not that I wanted to. That was way back when, feels like ages ago. Now, I've grown up and moved on, but he's still the same guy I tied the knot with. He's got this dangerous vibe that I'd rather not think too much about. As alluring as sin, drawing in all the wrong kinds of temptations - the kind that's hard to forgive, the kind that messes up marriages. I did this to myself. I knew better than to fall for him. And now, I'm fucked. I married the bad boy from Brooklyn, and figuring out how to survive this is a whole other challenge. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

My take on a slightly different confrontation between Abhira and Yuvraj, and mainly what effect it has on Abhira. It's a short introspective perspective on how she comes to certain realisations that cause her to distance herself from everyone. Armaan's thoughts do make an appearance as well.

Mufat. Ziddi. Pagal. Azad. She was Abhira Sharma. At first glance, Armaan wanted nothing to do with her. But the sincerity in her voice and the innocence in her eyes brought him back, first to her resort and then into her life. Fate intervened, binding them together, but can they live up to the promises they made? A series of oneshots and stories about YRKKH4 with cameos from/references to characters from previous generations Accolades #3 in YRKKH4 #7 in Abhimaan #3 in AbhiraSharma #2 in IndianSerial