𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 |18+|

𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭

His hand clamped around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no air left between us. My palms trembled against the solid wall of his chest, his heartbeat cruelly steady while mine faltered, fragile, desperate. His nails dug into my skin, sharp enough to hurt, sharp enough to remind me that pain was the only vow he intended to keep.

His breath fanned across my face, scorching, suffocating. Then he bent lower, lips brushing my ear, voice dark enough to carve into bone.

"I'd never love you, Inaya Kabir Raghuvanshi," he murmured, my name entwined with his like a curse-one that would cling to me even after I burned into ashes.

My breath hitched, trapped somewhere between denial and despair. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even remember how, and still he went on-each word slicing deeper than the last.

"But I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell... where every breath you take burns like punishment, and every heartbeat you cling to begs for mercy you'll never receive."

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Royalty ran in their blood, but what tied them together was darker than lineage.

Kabir Raghuvanshi was danger wrapped in silence-the kind of man whose presence felt like a promise of ruin. Inaya Singh Shekhawat was obsession disguised as devotion-first the little girl who worshipped him like a god, now the woman who dared to challenge him like a storm.

For him, she was fire in silk, the one boundary he should never cross. For her, he was both the poison and the cure, the man she would rather burn for than live without.

He didn't want to love her; love was too fragile. He wanted to own the darkness in her that everyone else feared. She didn't want to be loved either-she wanted to be consumed by him, even if it meant destruction.

They weren't chasing each other they were haunting each other.