She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

"Stop talking to her." Of course I was jealous. That ugly hoe just sat there and touched her hand like she was hers. "Mm.. why Hazel?" She spoke teasingly as she grabbed my chin lifting my head up slightly. "Were not even together baby." Her saying that just pissed me off even more. "You know what. Your right. You might as well fuck her then." I said rolling my eyes then slapping her hand away from my chin turning around. I was about to walk off before I felt her grab my hand. ------ This book contains: - cussing - sexual content - harassment / sexual assault - violence - family issues - alcohol, weed, drugs etc. ------ Started: 7/2/2024 Ended: ??