HONEY TRAP

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world
Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long.
He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants.

But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life.

Cold. Rich. Powerful.
A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones.

He didn't believe in love.
He believed in possession.

Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse.
His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought.
And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation.

> "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers.
"So I stole you from it."
This isn't a love story.
This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs.

Soft boy.
Hard man.
Deadly love.

He smiled at the wrong stranger...
Now he belongs to him.