Enamor
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There is no age limit on this story, anyone can read it, 💠5 in #greenflag on 27-apr-2024 💠18 in #agony on 27-apr-2024 💠38 in #desire on 27-apr-2024 💠48 in #cutelove on 27-apr-2024 Four men made a special promise to each other, linked by a magical amulet said to have great power. This amulet is at the heart of their bond and is believed to be able to change their destinies. The title of that promise is "the Sanguine pact". Haider emerged from the shadows, as he got even closer to her, his tall frame cloaked in darkness. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a storm of conflicting emotions. Saadia's breath hitched as she recognized the man who had haunted her dreams-the man who had confessed his love to her, his voice trembling with raw intensity. "Saadia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "I never wanted it to come to this." She took a step back, her anklets jingling like distant bells. What is he going to do? "You will have to marry me" His gaze bore into hers, She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I was promised to another. You knew this, how dare you enter my house, leave, RIGHT NOW" she yelled. He closed the distance between them, that she create moments ago, his fingers brushing against the edge of her veil. "And yet, when I confessed my love, you didn't turn me away. Your eyes-they betrayed you, Saadia. They held the same fire that burned within me." Her heart raced. "I don't understand." Before she could apprehend Haider had already seized her wrist, pulling her out of the room toward the stairs. His strength surprised her; he carried her on his shoulders as if she weighed nothing. Saadia's pleas fell on deaf ears. She had fought, clawing at his grip, hitting his back but he was unyielding. The world outside blurred as he carried her away from her home, away from Edan, away from everything she held dear. Read more...in the PROLOGUE Started on 10th-april-2023
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"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

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