BURNING FOR YOU
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Last published Mon, Jun 9, 2025
RISHABH RATHORE
The first time she saw him, death was on his hands.
Not metaphorically. Not in some poetic, brooding way.
His knuckles dripped with blood-dark, glistening, fresh. The air around him was thick with violence, the scent of iron mixing with the expensive cologne that clung to his skin. He didn't flinch, didn't bother to wipe it away. If anything, he looked bored, as if the body at his feet was nothing more than an inconvenience.
Then, he looked up.
And that was the moment she knew-whatever this man was, he wasn't just dangerous. He was the kind of danger that didn't just ruin lives. He consumed them.
And now, his gaze was locked on her.
MEERA SHARMA
She wasn't meant to be here.
The air smelled of smoke and sin, a world far removed from the jasmine-scented quiet of her home. Her hands clutched the edge of her dupatta, knuckles white, her breath uneven as she stepped deeper into the unknown. She didn't belong in places like this-where shadows moved like whispers, where eyes followed her like she was something to be devoured.
A flickering light above cast a golden glow on her face-soft, untouched, painfully out of place. She was innocence wrapped in silk, a girl who still prayed before bed, who still believed in love that didn't hurt.
And that's when she felt it.
A gaze. Heavy. Unrelenting.
She turned-only to find him.
The man who didn't belong in fairytales. The man who would teach her that even in the purest hearts, darkness could bloom.
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She lifted her hand to look at that holy thread around her wrist, the tinkling of her bangles now changed into rattling of Iron chains . Her hands were shaking because of those bruises she became too weak to lift that weight . She blankly stared at that thread while her mind kept wandering in the memories of that special personwhich bring a smile on her lips but more than happiness it has a scursum. She looked up at the sound of appoarching footsteps and suddenly cold dungeon began to burn . His inner rage is enough to turn everything to ash . Their eyes anchor each other's gaze . He takes some calculative steps and squats down in front of her . Tucking her hair strand behind ear he grasped her face staring at her gorgeous features which turn pale he asked in soft voice " Are you ok ? " She gerked her face away from his touch . He immediately holds her cheeks between his index finger and thumb digging them harshly in her soft skin , he made her to look at him demands harshly vibrating in rage " Who are you ? " She chuckled while looking down before dazzing in his eyes . Her face became red and a fire starts buring in her orbs . She leans forward and mutters over his lips "𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐯 𝐡𝐚𝐢..... 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦 " " I am that scar to your soul...... Who gets salt or ointment " she graze his lips with her and continue " 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 " " You will be in pain " ✷✷✷✷✷✷✷✷ This is my first time writing a story , so I hope you all will ignore my mistake . I don't want to hurt anyone this is just my wild imagination which I am trying to put in words . If you find it boring or confusing then I'll suggest you to read it until the tenth chapter I am sure you get your interest . I promised
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