Painting Her

"You shouldn't have opened the door." His voice was dark silk, rough and slow-a warning I didn't heed.

The lock clicked. And just like that, I was caged. Not by the room. By him.

Rain clung to his skin, his gaze devouring me like I was already his.
"You wanted to play, Raya?" He whispered against my ear, his grip tight, unrelenting.
"Then let's play."

His hands moved like he was painting me-claiming every inch, controlling every breath.
His fingers tugged at silk like it was art.
A masterpiece in the making-me, tied, trembling, taken. And when he pushed my knees apart, I gasped.
Because my body obeyed before I did.

"You can fight all you want..." His voice sank into my skin.
"But your body already knows who it belongs to."

And when the word fell from my lips-soft, wrecked, helpless-"Please..."
He smiled. Because he knew.
He always did.

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Raya Sharma a fierce and ambitious attorney, has never let distractions get in her way-until he crashes into her life like a storm of color. Mysterious, arrogant, and sinfully talented, Veer Malhotra is a world-renowned painter known for turning his obsessions into art. And now, his obsession has a name. Raya.

They're fire and ice. Logic and chaos. Law and rebellion.
But from the first glance, neither of them could look away.

What starts as disdain quickly spirals into something intense. Uncontrollable. Erotic. He paints her like a man possessed. She hates him for it-and yet, she craves the way he sees her, strips her down, worships her with every brushstroke.

But when buried secrets claw their way back into the light and a hidden connection threatens to destroy them both, the question isn't whether they'll survive each other...

It's whether they'll survive without each other.

A darkly passionate, hate-to-love romance where obsession is art, love is war, and every glance is a promise of something forbidden.