Waves Of Love

Waves Of Love

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"Stop it RanVijay, you're hurting me. " I said. Trying to control my anger. I was struggling so hard right now I wanted to free myself from his hold and runaway and never see this devil again. But I stopped struggling the moment he pulled me closer to him. So close that I could feel his minty, cool breath on my neck causing weird sensations. Oh no! not this again. I don't like being close to him. hyy bhaagwan isse mujhese durr karne ka kya lenge aap! ( Oh Lord what will you take to keep him away from me) I was all busy in my world But that's when I heard him whisper in my ear " From now on, I don't want any guy's filthy hands on you. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to touch.Mine to torture. Mine to love and mine to do whatever I wish too.Get that! " Just as I heard these words I was shocked. What did he say? I'm His? His to love ? his to torture? Did he lose another bolt since we last met? Want to know what happens in Myra and Ranvijay's life? check out my story Waves of love to find out how these total opposites handle each other! 𝟲 #𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀 ( 𝟮 𝗙𝗲𝗯, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰)
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❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

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