The Dark Curse

~Obsession leads to destruction~

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Across the room, she talked with another man. Not just talked-she smiled. Smiled like she was daring him, testing the limits of his patience.
Then her eyes locked with his.
Dark. Dangerous. Dilated with fury. The veins in his forehead stood out, his fists curling so tight his knuckles cracked.
Her breath hitched. She knew that look. She knew exactly what storm she had pulled onto herself.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The seconds dragged before the fire finally erupted. Real fire-raging, devouring the walls, swallowing the room whole. But none of it compared to his. His fire burned hotter, wilder, and it had only one target-her.
In the middle of chaos, he had her bent over the dining table. A table meant for dinner now turned into a battlefield. His hands ripped through her saree, his body punishing, relentless.
"Stop... Reyansh... stop..." Her voice cracked, each word trembling, caught between a sob and a moan. Breathless, broken, the plea slipped from her lips like confession, her nails clawing at the table as his body drove into hers-harder, deeper-until the fire outside blurred against the fire burning inside her.
"You thought you could laugh with another man?" His growl was a blade against her ear, his fury scorching hotter than the flames tearing the house apart.
Her tears clung to her lashes, smoke stung her lungs, yet her body betrayed her-shaking, burning, spiraling closer to release even as terror tightened her chest.
And then-the door slammed open.
Her head jerked up, eyes wide.
Through the blaze walked the man she had been speaking to, fire curling around him like it obeyed him.
Fear and desire tangled in her veins, leaving her trembling in his grip.
Reyansh's mouth brushed her ear, his whisper lethal.
"Abhi aur baatcheet karni hai?"

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