"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first."
She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes.
"You planned this."
He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends."
She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle.
"Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you."
Her eyes snapped open.
"I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan."
Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin.
"You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face."
Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself.
But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her?
Will she be frightened?
Will she run?
Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?
| What he considered divine felt like a sin to her. | An Indian Teenfic |
Opposites attract, yeah, we get it. But what about people with similar minds but different morals and priorities?
With conflicting beliefs and contrasting perspectives, wasn't it just impossible for them to have a home in this street, called 'love'?
And to turn impossible into possible, one has to make a lot of sacrifices.
Perhaps, adding a pinch of unfairness would help as well.
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Manasvi Mehta knew she was a pathetic mess. With her friends count being zero, her communication skills in negative, her anxiety and impulsiveness reaching its peak, and her sensitive heart leaking tears at the slightest harm to humanity. . .she knew she was not the kind to survive.
She though it was a miracle that Bhavuk Thakur developed a liking to her. He seemed to appreciate every inch and depth of her. His compliments made her heart flutter; levitate her off the ground. For the tiniest time period, she thought she wasn't such a burden on Earth after all.
She realised he was too good for her. He was better without her; confident and carefree. And for that, she leaves him.
But he. . .well, let's just say that he had forgotten how to live without her.
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