FORCEFULL HIS :- Deewaniyat

FORCEFULL HIS :- Deewaniyat

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Sara Randhawa the innocent young girl with the heart of gold meets the mafia boss, Shubman Gill, the ruthless gangster with a reputation for being cruel and callous, they are as different as night and day he was fire and she was water but the more they spend time together the more Shubman finds himself drawn to he her innocence and sweet nature he slowly starts obsessing over her.
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Shubman: (his grip tightens around her waist, his voice low and edged with jealousy) "You looked real comfortable in his arms, sweetheart." Nvya: (swallowing, her hands pressing against his chest, eyes searching his face) "Shubman, he's my friend." Shubman: (a dark chuckle, his fingers trailing up to tilt her chin, forcing her to look at him) "Really? Just a friend?" (voice dropping to a whisper) "Tell me, what's your name?" Nvya: (hesitating) "Nvya Sharma..." Shubman: (his grip tightens, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a dangerous growl) "Wrong. You are Nvya Shubman Gill now." (his fingers skim down her spine, claiming her with every touch) "And I don't share, sweetheart. No man puts his hands on what's mine." (his voice darkens, deadly and soft) "Because if they do, they won't have hands for much longer." Nvya: (her breath catches, her pulse hammering, unable to look away from the raw possession in his eyes, her voice trembling) "Shubman..." Shubman: (his smirk is slow, wicked, his fingers tracing her lips before tilting her chin up, voice husky and commanding) "Say it, love. Say who you belong to." Nvya: (whispering, surrendering, her voice soft but certain) "I belong to you... Shubman Gill." Shubman: (his satisfaction evident as he leans in, his lips brushing hers in a possessive promise) "That's my good girl." .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Shubman Gill was a man feared by many-a ruthless CEO who ruled with power, dominance, and absolute control. But for all his brutality, there was one thing that turned the cold-blooded businessman into something dangerously soft-Nvya Sharma. His sweet, innocent obsession. She was never meant for his dark world, but Shubman didn't ask-he took. Now, as Nvya Shubman Gill, she belonged to him, and he would destroy anyone who dared to forget it. Because the man everyone feared? He was nothing but a lovesick, possessive husband.

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