𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝)

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven.

I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?"

Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak.

"Let me go," she whispered.

I didn't move. "Why?"

"You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him."

My smirk didn't waver.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer."

I tilted my head. "And?"

Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?"

"What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?"

Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it."

I chuckled. "No."
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"What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious."

I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me.

"Say it," I challenged.

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine.

"I want you, Siya."

My breath caught.

Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them.

Not a request.

Not a plea.

A statement.

Like it was inevitable.

Like I was already his.

I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me.

"You don't own me, Aryan."
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