ArHit (18+)
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"You can't just break into my room. If my father finds out, your family won't even have a body to bury. He will tear you apart," she growled, watching him lounge in her chair, casually leafing through one of her books.
"Does your father know what kind of... guilty pleasures his innocent daughter keeps?" he asked, tracing a finger over a specific paragraph. She shook with rage, the mockery in his voice like a blade. He rose, crossing the room with the predatory grace of a demon closing in on his next meal. She held her ground, glaring daggers.
"I will never give you what you want," she hissed.
"My little cobra, trust me-if I don't have you, no one will." He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "You started this game of seduction without realizing what kind of fire you were lighting. Now, you'll burn in it."
He gripped her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "You thought you were the hunter, Arshia. Now you'll learn how it feels to be the prey."
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Arshia Khurana- The woman who never learnt to bow in front of anyone taking up on his father never learnt to forgive her enemies, spending her days in the shadow of the stalker she knows nothing about. Her every stop observed and recorded. She was known not only for her beauty but her sharp tongue and actions.
Dakshit Duhan does not merely rule; he dictates the very gravity of his world. Where others scream for authority, Dakshit commands it with a silence so heavy it suffocates. He is the master of an empire built on the bones of his enemies, governed by a hatred so ancient and profound that it has replaced his soul, becoming his only absolute truth.
When she saw him first, she knew her doom was near, for she wasn't able to look away again. Not knowing the danger she was willing to come across to when she crossed Dakshit Duhan who didn't just marked but consumed her very existence.
'She played with fire. He became the flame!'
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