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He pinned my wrists above my head, his grip absolute, locking me against the mattress. His touch was a cold, searing fire, mapping every inch of me as he whispered against my throat, "So eager to finally belong to me, aren't you?"
"Stop," I sobbed, struggling against him, my vision blurred. "Advait, please... you aren't yourself."
He didn't pull back. Instead, he forced me to look at him, his eyes dark with a terrifying, absolute ownership.
"I am entirely in my senses," he snarled. "Understand this, Ruhani: YOU ARE MINE. Whether you hate me or crave me, you are tied to me forever. There is no escaping what belongs to me."
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