Beneath The scars 📚

Beneath The scars 📚

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To save her father's life after their family café is destroyed, Risha Verma signs a high-stakes surrogacy contract with the cold, powerful Agastya Devraaj. ​Haunted by a traumatic past and a mother he lost too soon, Agastya refuses to marry or love. But to defeat his scheming stepmother, Maithili, and secure his empire from his half-brother, he needs an heir. ​What started as a secret, clinical transaction turns into a war of survival. In a world of corporate greed and family betrayal, the billionaire who vowed never to feel must now decide how far he'll go to protect the woman carrying his child. ​A contract bound them. A legacy divided them. A heartbeat changed everything.
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"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." __________________________________ "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." _____________ Mature content⚠️

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