"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."
•••
"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."
Rudra Raajveer Rajput X Aadhya Rao
Rudra Raajveer Rajput
Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a captivating and dangerous figure in the underworld. His presence demands attention, embodying both charisma and menace. Yet, amid the shadows of his criminal life, a twist of fate unfolds as he becomes smitten or more like obsessed at first sight with Aadhya Rao. A beautiful, smart and kind woman with a soft personality. Totally opposite of Rudra. Unraveling the layers of Rudra's persona, we discover a man torn between the perilous realms of his mafia existence and the unexpected allure of love.
Aadhya Rao
Aadhya Rao, a delightful blend of innocence and intelligence. Her world revolves around the unwavering love for her parents and the everyday rhythm of working in her father's Company. Little did she know that a chance encounter with Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a dangerous mafia figure, would alter the course of her fate. Caught in a web of circumstances, Aadhya finds herself blackmailed into an unwilling marriage with Rudra. As the complexities of their entangled lives unfold, the question lingers-will she discover love in the most unexpected places and grant Rudra a chance?
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"Don't call me a princess, it's creepy" Aadhya tried to get away from his grip but
his grip only tightened. "Dont fucking blackmail me. I won't marry you. We just saw each other once and you fell in love with me? Pagal ladka" Rudra chuckled evilly. "I don't care about your opinion.
You are going to marry me and that's final."
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"I hate you and always will. You are hurting me already and don't you
dare give me shitty promises like this again" Aadhya said as tears fell from her eyes.
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"I love you Aadhya" Rudra mumbled against her neck and started leaving wet
kisses on the neck. She gasped and fisted his shirt tight with her small
hands when he started biting and sucking her soft spot.