Touchheranddieenergy Histoires

She came from a world of silence. He lived in one built of control. But together... they burned. Two hundred years ago, Princess Dhara was a delicate flower - graceful, obedient, soft-spoken . A girl who knew only how to cook, serve, and survive in a world that never saw her worth. Betrayed by blood, bartered into marriage as the price of a war... fate had other plans. She was meant to be someone's bride, but fate turn her - into the body of a poor, loud, modern-day girl living alone in a cramped 1BHK. Dhara doesn't understand a word of English. Doesn't know what phones or microwaves are. And then she crashes into Rishi Lorenzo. The half-Indian, half-Italian CEO of the world's most luxurious perfume and jewel empire. With a stare as sharp as his suits and a mouth that rarely smiles, Rishi is perfection personified - from the angle of his tie to the arrangement of tea cups in his boardroom. Disciplinarian. Billionaire. And single father to a four-year-old boy who has never spoken a word. No one knows who the child's mother is. No one dares ask. And Rishi has never let anyone close. Until her. Until the girl with trembling fingers and ancient eyes begins breaking every wall he built - starting with his heart. He wasn't supposed to touch her. But the way she whispered his name in a voice as soft as rose petals made his control unravel - breath by breath. And when her lips brushed his, unsure and tender, he forgot the world had rules. "You don't even know what a kiss is, do you?" he murmured. She shook her head shyly. So he taught her. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until she couldn't remember anything but the taste of him and the way his hands branded every inch of her skin. But can a girl from the past survive the brutal pace of the present? Can love bloom between an emperor of logic and a woman who doesn't belong to this time? Or will the secrets buried in smoke and scent tear them apart?

She was too young. Too innocent. And absolutely off-limits. But when Aria ran from a home built on cruelty, she found herself in the arms of someone even more dangerous. Damian Wolfe - billionaire, ruthless, and feared by everyone who knows his name. When he proposes marriage, Aria says no. At first. But survival makes you bold. And a wedding ring might just be her ticket to freedom. She was supposed to be safe. She was never supposed to want him. __ "You should be afraid of me, little girl," he whispers, his lips grazing her neck. "Then stop touching me like that," she breathes. "You haven't told me to stop." He smirks __ She said yes to escape. Now she's trapped in a storm of silk sheets, black suits, and the kind of obsession that never lets go.

Two years apart. One lie between them. Now she's in Prague-sleeping in the bed he chose, breathing air he owns, walking streets he controls. "You're mine, meri chhoti shayara," he murmurs, fingers already sliding under her skirt, "and I'm going to make you remember... right here, against this wall, how you used to beg for me." And when she finally breaks on his hand, gasping his name- He smiles. Because she never stopped being his.