His Sweetest Sin|| 18+

Blurb✨ Darsh Agnihotri didn't believe in gentle things. He believed in conquest. In control. In the quiet, terrifying certainty that anything he wanted, he took. Until Hiya...... She was the one thing he refused to take. Only ever asked for..... "Say it again," he murmured, lips against her temple, hand curled possessively at the small of her back like she might vanish if he loosened his grip. "Say what?" she teased, though her pulse betrayed her - fast, fluttering, his. "That you're mine." His voice dropped, dangerous and soft all at once. "I need to hear it when I'm drowning in every reason I don't deserve you." "I was always yours," she whispered. "Even before you knew how to want me gently." He pulled back just enough to look at her - really look - like she was the one unguarded thing in a life built on armor. "I don't do gentle," he said. "I do forever." His thumb traced her jaw, reverent, like she was something holy in a world that had only ever taught him to burn. "Every man who ever hurt you," he breathed, "will learn what it costs to touch what's mine." "Darsh-" "Let me be terrifying for you," he cut in. "Let me be soft only for you. That's not a cage, Hiya. That's a throne. And you're the only one I'll ever kneel for." She kissed him then - slow, certain, unafraid. Because she didn't need saving. She needed him. And he would spend his whole ruined, reckless life proving he was worth keeping. What happens when an innocent heart falls for the most dangerous man alive? A love story... Or a beautiful disaster? ⋆｡°✩-------────────----✩°｡⋆ So... tell me. Do you think he's a monster pretending to love... or a man who simply loves too much?