"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..."
As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers.
Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human.
Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him.
"I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself."
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"Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears.
•••
"If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."
(Book number 1 of #Agniwanshi series)💕
"ᴸᴼᴼᴷ ᴬᵀ ᴹᴱ ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ˡ ᴬᴹ ᴰᴱᴱᴾ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ"
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Rudhransh Agniwanshi, a formidable underworld kingpin, concealed his true nature behind a disarming smile and impeccable business acumen. To the world, he was a charismatic entrepreneur, but in reality, he was a ruthless mafia lord with unparalleled power and divine abilities that commanded fear and respect. His heart was forged in steel, devoid of mercy or compassion, leaving destruction and chaos in his wake.
However, one person could pierce through his impenetrable armor - Prisha Singh Rajput. Prisha, a radiant college student from a prestigious family, embodied kindness and empathy. Her world revolved around her loved ones, and her greatest joy was spreading happiness. Her captivating beauty and gentle soul inadvertently caught Rudhransh's attention, sparking an unrelenting obsession within him.
He became fixated on possessing her, body and soul. His every waking moment was consumed by visions of her. He craved the warmth of her light, desperate to claim it as his own, no matter the cost. His thoughts were plagued by the desire to own her, to control her, to make her his.
. "Your smile is my salvation, my redemption. Without it, I'm lost in an abyss of my own making
As their paths continued to cross, Prisha grew increasingly uneasy. She detected the sinister undertones beneath Rudhransh's charming facade and sensed the danger lurking within him. His words, laced with an unnerving passion, made her feel trapped and vulnerable.
She knew she had to escape, to flee from the darkness that threatened to consume her. But Rudhransh's grip only tightened, his obsession growing stronger with each passing moment.
"I'll never let you go," Rudhransh vowed, his eyes blazing with possession. "You'll be my captive, my prisoner, my obsession. My love, passion Forever."