──── ⋆ ˚。⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ "What did you just call us?" His voice trailed off into a dangerous whisper as his hand slowly inched closer to my thigh. "I-I didn't mean to," I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of his presence. I tried to speak up, to explain myself, but the words got stuck in my throat as he leaned in even closer. "Call us fake again, I dare you." he repeated, his fingers pressing against my soaked panties. "Dhruv" I gasped, my voice shaky and filled with desire. "Call us fake again, and I'll fuck you until you lose all sense of reality." The words left his lips with a dangerous edge, a warning and a promise all at once. What I should have felt was fear, but instead, a deep desire took over my entire being, a longing to feel his touch. ────୨ৎ──── ANAMIKA CHAUHAN, The princess of Udaipur who transferred into the university for her second year. Her arrival brought a new aura of elegance and mystery, and many students were curious about the regal figure who now walked the same halls as them. "I cannot do this anymore. I'll just be a stripper at this point." DHRUV MALHOTRA, The reserved campus crush who made everyone fear him. People often spoke in hushed whispers about him, intrigued by his aloof demeanor and the air of enigma that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. "If you want to be a stripper, be my personal one. I don't mind spending money on my my girl." A corrupted angel, A sweet demon. A fake relationship. A simple agreement she asked for because of her stalker. Untill his attraction for her morphs into obsession, except she's forbidden to him. Her request for a fake relationship lead her to a web of lies and secrets- to hell. His hell. ⋆ ˚。⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ P.S- Read the trigger warnings carefully before proceeding <3
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