talesfromNishie
#A Book of Ravage.✧✦✧˚₊· ͟͟͞͞❁
Two broken souls. Two hearts that never had the childhoods they deserved.
Eshaan Rathore-India's most feared mafia king and tech mogul-lives by one rule: "Nothing... and no one... is personal."
Aarya Mehra-Chief of Health Administration, top cardiothoracic surgeon-trusts only herself. "I protect lives... & myself."
Fate intervenes. He's wounded. She saves him. She mocks him. They collide in fire and desire.
"Do you always fall into trouble?" she smirks.
"Only when it's worth my time," he replies, dark and dangerous.
"You're impossible," she hisses, pulling away.
"Impossibly yours," he murmurs, his voice a low confession that trembles against the silence.
"Don't," she breathes, as if the word could save her from the fire of passion that had already ignited between them.
"Too late," he says, stepping closer-slow, deliberate, dangerous.
"You don't even know what you're walking into," she whispers, eyes flickering with defiance and something softer.
"I don't walk into things, Aarya," he growls, gaze locked. "I pull them in."
"Careful," she warns, her heartbeat loud in her throat. "I fight back."
"Then fight," he whispers, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath. "Let's see who survives it."
"You think you can control this?" she challenges, voice trembling but sharp.
"Control?" His lips curl into a half-smile. "No, cheerybomb. I don't control... I consume."
Obsession sparks. Resistance crumbles. And a cruel, twisted game of love begins-one neither can escape.
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Eshaan: "I'll cross oceans for you."
Aarya: "Then don't drown yourself in obsession."