"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands.
"Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps.
"I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John.
"No," I whispered and again took a back step.
"No?" The devil asked with disappointment, "Tsk-tsk, and here I thought you wanted to leave."
"I can't," I stuttered.
"Why?"
"It's a sin," I whispered.
A gasp escaped my throat when he stood so close to me that I could smell him and feel his hot breath on my face. Reading my intent to pull away, he wound his free arm around my waist and drew me near.
"You said you want to go home, right?" a shudder passed through me when he murmured.
"Killing is....a..sin," I pushed at his chest with all my might.
I gasped when he turned me around abruptly, facing John. My heart palpitated when I felt his presence behind me, crossing all bounds of personal space.
"What will happen if you sin?" My chain of thoughts broke when I heard him ask, leaning close to my ear. A ripple of shock passed through me, stunning me in the spot as soon as his callous palm ran over my stomach, pulling me deeper into his chest.
"Please," I begged.
"I will tell you what will happen if you sin," he leaned closer.
"No, no, no," John thrashed in his place.
A whimper left me when his hot breath hit my ear, "you burn in hell."
Lost in my dread of his proximity or his touch, I failed to notice when he placed the gun in my hand, locked my fingers around it with his own, and raised it towards John.
"And this is hell." Before I could stop him or pull my hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot.
I clutch my eyes shut with a scream locked in my mouth.
I was trying to save my father then; how did I end up becoming a sinner?
I killed a man!
"Boss."
"She is mine."
I didn't know who was talking to whom, but at that moment, I just wanted this all to be a dream.
"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine.
He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch."
He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again.
I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't."
He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?"
He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core.
No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close.
He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife."
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Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her.
But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt?
or
There's something more in this?
But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them?
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