It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust.
He didn't touch her. Not yet.
But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled.
She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint.
But he was the one who had cornered her.
He was the one who couldn't stay away.
And she?
She hated how much she didn't want to run.
Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible.
"You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him.
"You're a mistake I keep choosing."
Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed.
"I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie.
His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender.
He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing.
"I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying."
She swallowed hard.
This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed.
And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew-
🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
A Royal family renowned for their illustrious name and fame, A family full of pride and rage, A Family for which everyone bows their head - The Agnihotri's.
This story is about boys who possess a unique blend of qualities - they are cold, rude, powerful, self-assured, confident, and charming.
They have an undeniable allure, despite the devilish side they sometimes exhibit. Their faces radiate heavenly looks, yet their personality is made by the Devil.
This combination of traits makes them fascinating and captivating to those around them, drawing them in with an irresistible force. The boys' personalities are complex and intriguing, offering a glimpse into the complexity of human nature.
What if the lives of those boys intertwine with those of the girls who are brimming with passion?
The ones who know how to put everything in its rightful place, and who refuse to bow their head to anyone.
Who can predict the tale of these four couples, each distinct from the other?