"Break up with that boyfriend of yours," Shubman demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her.
Esha smirked, crossing her arms defiantly. "Not a chance."
His frustration flared, and he stepped closer, pinning her against the wall, his body a solid weight against hers. "You think it's funny to have him around? I don't like it, Esha. You're mine."
Her breath caught, the challenge in his eyes igniting something deep within her. "I'm not yours," she replied, but her voice trembled under the intensity of his gaze.
"Prove it." His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing against her waist, claiming her. "You only belong to me."
Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his kiss both demanding and possessive. He pressed his body into her, the heat between them palpable as he deepened the kiss, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Esha melted against him, the fierce need in his touch erasing her defiance. "You can't just-" she started, but he cut her off, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back, leaving her breathless.
"You can deny it all you want," he murmured against her lips, "but I'm the only one who makes you feel this way."
In that moment, as his hands roamed her body, she knew he was right. "Shubman..." she whispered, caught between resistance and desire.
"Say it," he pressed, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Say you're mine."
He's obsessed with you, that's what you want right?
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