Twisted Devotion

Dvija never believed in fairy tales.
After years of loneliness, debts, and loss, love was never her dream - only companionship. So when she opens her eyes in another world, inside the novel she once read, she finds herself as the second female lead: the woman the villain, Shivansh, is dangerously obsessed with.

But unlike the original Dvija, she isn't afraid.
She understands his twisted calm, his quiet possession, the need to control what he fears losing. Where others see madness, she sees devotion - raw, flawed, and real.

This Dvija doesn't want to change him.
She accepts him as he is - dark, possessive, and painfully honest in his want for her.
And maybe, for the first time, she isn't surviving someone's world - she's building her own inside his obsession.

In this tale of stillness and surrender, love isn't gentle.
It's Captive Calm.

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Shivansh's hand tightened at the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips met - rough, claiming, deliberate. His other hand wandered along her waist, tracing her stillness as if to remind her she was his to touch.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was uneven, eyes locked on her panting frame.
He could hear her heart pounding - fast, restless, alive. A faint smile curved his lips.

"You're trembling," he murmured, voice low. "Afraid?"

Dvija met his gaze - shy but unflinching. "No," she said quietly. "Just realizing how real you are."

He tilted his head, studying her. "You don't resist."

"Why would I?" she asked. "You've never hidden what you are. I've seen worse things in silence than in obsession."

His smile deepened - darker, softer. "You're not like her."

"I know," she whispered. "And that's why you won't need to break me to keep me."