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Dhruv wasn't sure when it started, but it has been always there, somewhere inside his heart.

Was it Love or obsession? He wasn't sure.

The raw desire to possess her was at it's peak.

But he can't...

She was pure, and a bit too naive. He feared he would taint and destroy her innocence.

Yet, he couldn't forbid himself from craving her presence.

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→Sneak Peek←

She saw him stalk towards her like a predator but she couldn't move herself from the spot. She shut her eyes when she saw his hand coming towards her and the sound of the door behind her closing made her open her orbs and gaze at him startled.

A small gasp left her rosy lips when she felt her body being pressed against the closed doors of the balcony. Caging her infront of him. Her breathing took pace against her will.

"What were doing in my room?" He rasped against her ear. He leaned down to her face which was still focused down. Her fragrant scent assaulted his nostrils. He felt his eyes close by themselves, eager to fill his lungs with her scent. The scent of Sandalwood and Tulsi intoxicated his senses for a moment. His hands itched to pull her braid and bring her impossibly closer to him.

"Look at me when I am talking to you, Janaki." He said sternly. The girl flinched but raised her teary eyes to look at him. Her lower lip trembled in slight fear.

"D-don't--" Janaki bit her lips refraining from staying further. She didn't how to let him knew she hated it when he called her by her name. She wanted him to call her by the nickname, which he always uses. The way that endearment slips out of his mouth in that deep voice always makes the butterflies in her tummy dance.

"Say it." He whispered huskily.

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