"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

"I..I just came to get my phone" I fumbled with my words, my voice small and uncertain in the face of his towering presence. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, feeling like a child about to be scolded. He raised one eyebrow "Your phone?" "Yes my phone" He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And why do you think that I will give your phone back to you" he asked, his tone still sharp. "Because that phone belongs to me. Her owner and that's me" I said lifting my head up to see him. He looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine. And then I noticed something which I shouldn't-the bump on his head which was because of me. But it doesn't suit him because his face is so long and a small bump doesn't suit him but it looks funny and I couldn't control my laugh so I laughed. Hehehehee! He noticed my chuckle and his eyes flashed with anger. "Bahut hassi aa rhi hai na" he snapped, his jaw clenching as he took a step towards me. And me? Well I like to dig my own grave. Yaa I'm still laughing like heheheh taking a step back. He stepped even closer, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His presence was imposing, and his eyes held no trace of humour or warmth. "You think it's funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making me stop mid-laugh. I swallowed thickly, suddenly realising the gravity of the situation. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of anger and intensity. "N..no," I muttered, taking another step back. My back hit railing behind me trapping me in. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. I was effectively trapped between the railing and him, with no escape route. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Troupes- - she fell first, he fell harder -onesided love -enemies to lovers -mother's best friend son -slow burn romance

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆