Nyra stumbles back, breathless, as Karan advances, his gaze dark with hunger. The air between them crackles like a live wire-dangerous, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.
Nyra: (pressing a hand to his chest, her voice sharp but shaky) "Stay away, Karan."
Karan: (grabs her wrist, pulling her flush against him) "I've stayed away long enough."
Nyra: (glares up at him, her lips parting as her breathing quickens) "I hate you."
Karan: (leans in, his lips just a breath away from hers) "Then why are you trembling?"
Nyra: (tries to push him away, but his grip tightens, sending a shiver down her spine) "Let me go."
Karan: (his fingers trail down her waist, voice low and rough) "Tell me to stop... and mean it."
Silence. Her pulse races. His breath fans against her skin. She should push him away. She should fight. But when his lips ghost over hers, she forgets why she ever wanted to.
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Nyra never wanted to marry a man like Karan-arrogant, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with her. But fate had other plans, forcing her into a marriage she never chose. Trapped in a life she resents, she resists him at every turn, refusing to surrender. But Karan isn't a man who gives up easily. And when their unspoken desires ignite, defiance turns into a dangerously intoxicating game-one where neither is willing to admit just how much they crave the fire between them.