TANGLED BY LOVE
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"Ishika Sharma," he roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding as his words sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, I turned to face him, every nerve in my body screaming at me not to meet his gaze. But I knew I couldn't avoid it forever.
His tall frame loomed closer, erasing the distance between us in just a few strides. The intensity in his eyes was almost unbearable, and I wished with all my heart that I could look away, knowing that meeting his gaze would shatter me into a thousand pieces.
"Kiss me," he demanded, his voice low but unwavering.
My breath hitched as I reluctantly lifted my tear-blurred eyes to him, his presence overwhelming.
"I said, kiss me. Right now." His tone softened, but the weight of his words crushed me all the same.
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