His Jaan ✔️
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"You hate me," Rafay whispered, his voice trembling as his back hit the wall, Zaviyar's body pressing dangerously close.
"I don't hate you," Zaviyar growled, pinning Rafay's wrist to the marble. "I just want to ruin every part of you that doesn't belong to me yet."
"Zavi-"
"Don't say my name like that." He leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Not unless you want me to lose whatever control I have left."
Rafay swallowed hard. "You're married to me. That doesn't mean you own me."
Zaviyar smirked. "No. But it means I get to be the first man who touches you like this... and the last
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