Book 1 ── .✦
Eshal stood up slowly, her fingers brushing the edge of the table, and Zavian's heart clenched as he watched her. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. She didn't look at him-couldn't look at him. "Mujhe chalna chahiye," she said quietly.
Zavian shot up from his seat. He reached out, his hand trembling as he grabbed her wrist. "Nhi, Eshal. Yeh yun khatam nhi ho sakta. Aise nahi..." His voice cracked.
Eshal stiffened as she stared at the place where his hand held her. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked. She wanted to stay so badly, to throw herself into his arms. But she couldn't. "Yeh khatam ho chuka hai, Zavian," she whispered, her voice breaking as she forced the words out.
Zavian's chest tightened painfully at her words. His breath hitched, and before he could stop himself, he was sinking to his knees, still holding onto her wrist. "Nahi, Eshal. Aapke bina meri zindagi ka koi wajood nahi." Tears blurred his vision as he looked up at her.
Eshal's own tears fell as she looked down at him-her hand trembling in his. She wanted to hold him, to tell him that she loved him, but the words wouldn't come. Her hand shook as she placed it over his, her fingers gently prying his grip away from her wrist.
Zavian looked up at her, his face filled with agony, as if her touch had shattered something deep inside him. He didn't want to let go. "Eshal, aapko khuda ka waasta hai..." he whispered again, his voice desperate.
Eshal closed her eyes, her heart breaking and in one gentle motion, she let go of his hand as she took a step back.
Zavian's eyes widened, his breath came in ragged gasps as he watched her, his heart shattering into a million pieces. But Eshal didn't turn back. She walked away, leaving Zavian kneeling there, broken and crying, his tears falling like rain, soaking the last remnants of their love.
Eshaani × Viraj
A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone
Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life.
"Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun"
(You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.)
And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP.
With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away...
"Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist.
She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second.
He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole
"Can I ?"
Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj.
Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?