7 parts Ongoing Mature"Did you just slap my ass?" I asked trying not to smile.
She giggled, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yup! You have a cute ass," she said, laughing
I picked her up in a bridal style and carried her to my bedroom. "Well, you have a cute ass too. Does that mean I get to slap it as well?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yes, but only if you fuck me on your bed."
My smirk disappeared. She burst into laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Well, it wasn't.
"It's going to be one hell of a long night," I muttered, tightening my grip on her as she continued laughing, completely unaware of what she'd just unleashed.
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Aarav-a name people fear. A man who commands power, controls empires, and owns wealth beyond imagination. He doesn't ask-he takes. He doesn't tolerate disobedience or disrespect. In his world, a single word from him can decide someone's fate. Yet, the one thing he truly desires is the one thing slipping through his fingers. She is stubborn, defiant, and everything he shouldn't want-but he does. He has everything a woman could ever dream of, yet the only one he craves is the one who refuses to bow to him. And that only makes him want her more.
Diya-a name that carries warmth, but a spirit that refuses to be tamed. She is fire wrapped in softness, stubborn yet kind, fierce yet full of heart. She isn't easily swayed by power or wealth, nor does she bow to the world's expectations. She speaks her mind, stands her ground, and refuses to be controlled. In a world where people either fear or worship him, she does neither. She challenges Aarav in ways no one else dares, pushing his limits, testing his patience. She should run from him, from the darkness that surrounds him. But she doesn't. Maybe because she sees something in him that no one else does. Or maybe because, despite everything, some part of her knows-she belongs to him just as much as he belongs to her.
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