Prologue ✨

Prologue✨

The air in the chamber was thick.

Too thick.

What are you doing? Aahh... it's hurting. Please... leave me.

The door clicked shut behind her.

She had just stepped inside.

That's when she felt it.

A sudden pull.

Before her brain could even catch up,

she was slammed against the wall.

Trapped.

Her eyes flew open.

And there he stood.

Piercing black orbs.

Watching her.

Like a predator.

Like she was the only prey in the world.

Her breath hitched.

The next second -

Both her wrists were pinned above her head.

A rough. Unbreakable. Possessive grip.

His other hand?

Slid to her bare waist.

And his fingers...

God.

Slow. Maddening circles on her navel.

Then he leaned in.

Inhaled her.

Like her scent was the only thing keeping him alive.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Nuzzled her.

Deliberately

Teasingly

Like she was precious.

Like she was ...his

And then...

His tongue.

Wet.

Slow.

Dragging down her skin.

Aahhh...

A soft moan escaped her.

She hated it.

Hated that she couldn't stop it.

Especially when his teeth found that spot.

That spot.

Aaahhhhh... d...Darsh

She cried out. Loud.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips.

Devilish.

Satisfied.

His voice was velvet and sin, right against her neck.

Itne mein hi thak gayi, jaana?

And then he was back.

Biting.

Nibbling.

Marking.

Hickeys. All over her neck.

Her breathing shattered.

Her head spun.

But she had to think.

She _had_ to.

So she pushed him.

Aahh!!!!

It's hurting, d...Darsh. she gasped.

P...p...Please... l..leave me.

Her voice broke.

Because she was panting.

Because she was falling apart.

But the more she fought,

the tighter he held her waist.

A rosy flush crept over her cheeks, staining them crimson.

Then his voice cut through everything.

Cold.

Deep.

Deadly.

Who was that guy?

Her breath caught.

She stared at him.

Who are you talking about?

She asked, utterly confused

He exhaled harshly against her neck.

Inhaled her like a man starving.

Brushed his lips over her skin like a psychopath trying to stay sane.

You know very well who I'm talking about. Just tell me.

His tone was command.

And then his mouth was on her neck again.

Rough. Claiming.

She shouldn't have.

But she did.

A teasing smirk touched her lips.

No, I don't understand. Could you be specific, Mr. Angry Giraffe?

Big.

Mistake.

The next second his lips crashed onto hers.

Fierce. Deep. Hungry.

His tongue invaded her mouth.

Sucking. Biting.

She broke the kiss, shoving him back to breathe.

His jaw ticked.

Don't test my patience, jaan.

She kept pushing.

Poking the beast.

And the beast snapped.

He dragged her to his chest

and kissed her like he owned her soul.

Not soft.

Not sweet.

Possessive. Angry. Starving.

His hand slipped under her top.

Up.

Up.

Until he found her breast.

His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles against her sensitive skin, each lingering touch sending a sharp shiver through her body. She sucked in a breath, her pulse racing beneath his touch, while his gaze remained fixed on her, dark and dangerously intent.

Then pinched.

Aahhhhhh!

A loud moan tore from her.

Her toes curled.

Her mind went blank.

Her hands beat weakly at his shoulders.

Finally, he let her go.

Both panting.

Both wrecked.

His lips trailed down her neck again.

Slow. Deliberate. Torture.

She stopped him.

One finger to his lips.

Her face was flushed deep purple.

She looked away.

He's my best friend,-- she whispered.

And then the tears fell.

She couldn't stop them.

Panic flashed in his eyes.

Hey baccha, please stop crying. It's hurting here,

he whispered, pressing a hand to his chest.

Her voice cracked.

Aap hamesha mujhe bite kyun karte ho? Kya main koi khane ki cheez hoon?

Isliye ab hume aapke paas aane se bhi darr lagta hai.

Trembling, she opened her blouse.

Yeh dekhiye... kya kiya aapne.

Purple.

Bite marks.

All over her.

His entire expression shattered.

He dropped down and kissed every single mark.

Soft.

Apologetic.

Wet.

Sorry, jaan. I can't control myself when I see you with others.

She turned away, pouting.

He cupped her face.

Forced her to look at him.

His voice dropped to that low, final tone.

Jaan. Listen carefully. Because I'm never saying this twice.

I don't share what's mine.

Kings protect their kingdoms. I protect you.

Every empire I built, every enemy I buried, every war I survived -

it meant nothing the day you walked in.

Men kneel because they fear me.

You looked at me like I was human.

That's when I lost.

You call me possessive.

Damn right I am.

I hate it when they stand too close.

I hate it when they make you laugh.

I hate that anyone else even gets to look at you.

Because you're mine.

You're the only one who made the king surrender.

If anyone hurts you, I won't threaten them.

Threats are for weak men.

I'll erase them.

Not to prove anything to you...

But because no one touches what belongs to my heart.

I won't promise you peace.

I'll promise you loyalty.

Protection.

And a man who will burn the world for you.

Call me a monster.

Call me a villain.

As long as my last breath is your name on my lips...

I'll wear every sin like a crown.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE* 💀

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Possessive ML, biting, intense jealousy, marks.

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