"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."
~ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ~
"Strip."
The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom.
"Abhimaan, plea-"
"Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened.
A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny.
But do I have any other choice?
With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners.
"Everything, sweetheart."
There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting.
Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering.
He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body.
He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state.
He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his.
"Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze.
My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees.
❀~❀
Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen.
I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known...
Abhimaan Singh Sahay.
My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)