"His reign,my ruin"
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Dernière publication sam., juil. 18, 2026
The waiter approached with a polite smile. "Ma'am, your order please?"
She glanced at him, then shifted her eyes toward the man sitting silently across the table - her husband.
She gave a small nod.
Her hands trembled slightly. Her heartbeat quickened. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, then back at the menu, struggling to steady herself.
"One plate Manchurian... chowmein... and dosa," she said softly.
Then she looked up again, her voice barely audible. "You should order something too..."
He didn't answer right away - just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Finally, he placed his order, but there was something in his tone - calm, yet cold. As if the food didn't matter. As if only she did.
That's when he noticed it.
A man, a few tables away, staring at her.
He didn't blink.
She, unaware, smiled at something the man said. Laughed softly. For a second, it was like the air around her shimmered with warmth.
But in him - everything went dark.
In one smooth, silent motion, he stood and walked to her. She looked up, confused... surprised.
He said nothing.
He simply slid her chair closer to himself with one firm hand. Now they were close. Too close. Their breaths mingled. Their hearts beat in sync - loud and unignorable.
She gasped, barely able to meet his eyes.
Then he turned his head sharply toward the man and glared - a look that could kill.
The man froze.
With a single, silent gesture, her husband told him to leave.
The man stumbled back, trembling in fear.
Then he leaned closer to her, his voice a dark whisper, a vow, a warning:
"Tera muskurana... nazar jhukana... sirf mere liye hai. Bas mere liye."
Her breath caught.
She wasn't just shocked - she was claimed.
Because no matter how soft his love looked on the surface...
...beneath it was obsession.
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