I am...

I am...

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"No one knows who I am, I'm the shadow in the mirror, the feeling you get when you think someone is watching you, I'm more important and more powerful then your very own god. And I thought that no one ever would know who i am... But that was before I got bored, before I wanted to change the rules and mix it up a little, before I actually met the people I had watched from a distance for longer then most creatures believed time could even stretch out that long. But I know how long time can really be, and how harsh it is to truly, utterly, amazingly, horrifyingly be, eternal." "And right about now you are probably wondering, "well?!? are you going to tell us who you are?!?" But that's the easy way out. I want you hanging on the edge of your seat, I want you biting your nails until I tell you more... But most of all I want to tell some one, anyone, everyone, the true story, of how I died."
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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