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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣; 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙖𝙢.

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"Zavian let me go," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

His thumb brushed over her lips, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer "You're not marrying him," he growled, his lips grazing her collarbone. His hands moved to cup her face, tilting it up so she had no choice but to look at him. "You can try to fight me, Amour but it won't work. I won't let you go. Main tumhe kisi aur ka hone nahi doonga. Kabhi nahi." (I won't let you belong to anyone else. Never.)

"You don't own me," she snapped, though her voice wavered.

His forehead pressed against hers. "You're coming with me amaira, " he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "By hook or by crook. Tum meri ho, aur yeh sach tum nahi badal sakti." (You're mine, and you can't change that)

"And if I don't?" she challenged, though her voice was weak.

His lips brushed against her ear, and the dark, dangerous edge returned to his voice. "If you don't," he said, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer, "I'll ruin this place. I'll burn it to the ground. And him? I'll kill him before he even touches you. So choose, Amour. Either you come with me, or I destroy everything."