His disparate possesion

#𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶 𝗽𝘀𝗵𝘆𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

ׂ╰┈➤MINE

"Advik was never the kind to beg, but when it came to her, he had no shame in kneeling if it meant keeping her within reach. His love wasn't soft-it was relentless, consuming, a silent claim that spoke louder than any words. He never chained her, never forced her. He just made sure she had nowhere else to go.

Devanshi knew. She felt the weight of his obsession in every glance, every calculated move. And what terrified her most? She didn't hate it. She should have, but some part of her-hidden, buried deep-thrived in it.

She wasn't his. Not yet.

She had pushed him, tested him, but nothing ever broke him. And now, as he kneeled before her-not as a man defeated, but as a king who had willingly surrendered to his queen-she realized something terrifying.

She had wanted control. But somehow, she had become his obsession.

But Advik? He was hers the moment he laid eyes on her. And he had no intention of letting go."

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