𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 | 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒍

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."

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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.