Arranged Marriage

Mew Malhotra Thanawit, 30, is intense and possessive, carrying a sharp edge softened only by his obsession with her.

Kana Nehra, 25, is a spirited and emotional girl with a fierce sense of loyalty and a heart full of dreams.

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"Mew-" she gasped, but his palm was already covering her mouth.

His grip around her waist tightened possessively, his fingers sinking into the fabric of her saree. Her breath hitched - sharp and betraying.

His other hand clutched her waist with punishing force, fingers embedding into her clothed flesh, anchoring her in place like something he owned - something no one else was allowed to touch.

"Shh," he growled against her ear, his breath scalding hot. "You really want them to walk in and see me touching you like this? Right after you sold yourself off for their happiness?" His lips brushed her ear, his voice dark and dangerously close.

She fell silent, her struggle fading. In one swift move, he spun her around, still holding her tightly. Their eyes met.

"I don't give a damn about your reasons. You said yes. And now... you're mine," he whispered, brushing her hair back. His voice dropped lower, hotter. "In seven days, they'll bless what I've already claimed."

His thumb pressed hard against her lips as she gasped, his finger slipping between them.

"And what I am going to claim. Every night. Every. Damn. Night."

He pulled her body tighter against his, pressing her flush against him chest to chest. She could feel every line of him. Her breath faltered, her body instinctively arching toward his, desperate for the touch he withheld.

But just as their mouths were a breath apart, He pulled away. Abrupt.

Her breath shuddered, her eyes dazed. He paused, smirking.

"Not yet, babe," he murmured, his eyes burning into hers. "You don't get to want me on your terms."

And with that, he was gone - leaving her breathless, burning, and haunted by the echo of everything he hadn't done.