~•AUTHOR'S POV•~
At one o'clock in the night, Kavya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall in Kabir's dimly lit bedroom, her gaze lost in the moon shining over the dark, endless sky. A cold breeze slipped through the slight opening of the window, making her arms tremble, but she barely noticed.
Who would believe this villa was in the heart of Bangalore? It felt like an entirely different world-far from the relentless chaos of the city, nestled in an eerie silence that was too pristine, too controlled. Yet, the presence of armed guards stationed outside, their eyes scanning every shadow, was enough to remind anyone that this was no ordinary home.
It belonged to Kabir Singh Oberoi.
A name whispered in both admiration and fear.
At just 28, he was not only a ruthless businessman but also the most feared mafia king of the underworld. There wasn't a crime he hadn't committed, a rule he hadn't bent to his will, yet no law dared to touch him. No court, no police force had the audacity to challenge his empire. His power was absolute, his reign unshakable.
And she-Kavya Joshi-was now his wife.
A 23-year-old law student, a girl who had spent her life wrapped in the warmth of her family, adored and protected like a princess. Standing at 5'5", with a delicate frame, long black hair cascading down her back, and eyes the shade of rich brown earth, she was the kind of woman who adapted to every situation with quiet intelligence. But tonight... tonight felt different.
She had been married to Kabir for a month, yet today was the first time she had stepped foot into his house-the house she was supposed to call home. The moment she entered, a strange uneasiness settled in her chest.
The outside was guarded like a fortress, yet the inside was hollow. Cold. Devoid of life.
Still, she didn't complain. Not once.
Instead, she stood there, waiting for the man she had only heard about but had never seen. Whom she married but never met.
But tonight... they would finally meet. Their first night together.
A slow, nervous breath left her lips as she glanced down at herself. She wasn't dressed like a newlywed bride.l, entering her husband's house for the first time. No shimmering red saree, no heavy gold jewelry, nothing that symbolized that she now she is someone's wife.
Instead, she wore a simple black one-piece
Would he be disappointed?
Would he be angry?
Her fingers curled into her palm as an anxious thought took root in her mind.
"I don't know what he'll do... what he'll think when he sees me like this. I should have worn something... something to impress him, something that shows I respect this night. What if he sees me like this and-"
Her heartbeat quickened.
"I've heard he has a terrible temper... what if he's furious? What if he takes out his anger on me? What if he..."
Her breath hitched. A shiver ran down her spine-not just in fear, but in the terrifying uncertainty of what awaited her.
Kavya was lost in the maze of her own thoughts when the sudden creak of the door jolted her back to reality.
Heavy footsteps echoed against the marble floor, firm and unhurried, each step carrying the weight of authority. The door shut behind him with a resounding thud!
Her entire body trembled at the sound.
She knew. He was here.
Her husband-Kabir Singh Oberoi.
A sharp wave of fear surged through her, but she forced herself to stand still, gathering courage like a fragile shield.
'Face him, Kavya.'
She took a slow, measured breath and turned, just enough to steal a glance at the man who now held control over her life.
And what she saw made her breath hitch.
Tall. Towering. Ruthlessly dominant.
Kabir stood before her, 6'5" of raw, masculine power. His broad shoulders filled the space effortlessly, his three-piece suit molding perfectly to his chiseled frame. The air around him crackled with an undeniable aura of danger and seduction, a presence so overpowering it made her knees weak.
Her gaze trailed over his sharp jawline, the hint of a beard accentuating his sculpted face, and those piercing blue eyes-cold, assessing, yet simmering with something dark... something possessive.
A rush of heat spread through her body, making her thighs press together involuntarily. She wanted him. The thought crashed into her like a forbidden sin.
Her face burned at her own audacity, but she couldn't deny it. He looked like a god of sin, and she was already falling weak against his sinful allure.
Would he be rough? Would he claim her tonight whether she was ready or not? Would she even have the strength to resist?
Because the truth was... she didn't want to.
But then-she realized something.
She had been staring at him. Too long. What must he be thinking?
A wave of nervousness struck her, and she quickly lowered her gaze, her hands curling into fists. But she wasn't fast enough.
Kabir smirked.
His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. The short dress she wore left her legs bare, her smooth arms uncovered, and the delicate curve of her back teasingly visible. The fabric hugged her in all the right places, leaving little to imagination.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, dark and laced with amusement.
Oh, my shy little wife...
His lips curled at the corner, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked desire.
He liked this. No-he loved it.
His own thoughts darkened with temptation as he took in her delicate frame, her innocent yet sinful beauty.
She's angelic... and yet so fking sexy.
He could already feel the tension coiling inside him, his arousal sparking just at the thought of what he could do to her tonight.
I can't stop myself from getting hard just looking at her face. Damn. This girl has no idea what she does to me.
His smirk deepened.
I bet I won't be able to stop ramming into her all night. But can this weak little thing even take me?
His darkened gaze traveled up to her eyes, watching the way she was desperately trying to avoid looking at him. His little wife was nervous-shy, hesitant.
Adorable.
And so fcking tempting.
Well... she'll have to take me.
His jaw clenched. Because tonight, she was his. His to claim. His to devour. His to destroy. His to Fuck!
The heat of his gaze made Kavya swallow hard. She could feel it- the way his eyes stripped her bare, the way he was undressing her in his mind, inch by inch.
Her breathing turned uneven as she scrambled to explain, her voice trembling.
"I-I had gone to m-my friend's party... a-and suddenly your PA called and said y-you wanted me here... d-did I do something w-wrong?"
Her words were barely coherent, her voice laced with fear.
Kabir's smirk deepened. She was hesitating. Good.
Deliberately, he took a step closer.
Kavya's breath hitched.
Then, in a voice dark and smooth as sin, he murmured,
"Not till now."
He tilted his head, his gaze burning into hers. "But now... we should start making mistakes."
A shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't understand the meaning behind his words but the commanding tone he held trembled her.
Her heart raced and throat felt dry.
Her skin felt like burning with his continuous gaze. But she just stood there bowing down as if she is a sinner.
The overloaded cuteness over her nervousness was all taking Kabir's heart, his smirk deepened.
He took a sigh and extended his palm to her.
"Come with me"
Kavya's lashes fluttered. Her heart pounded. She didn't know what he intended, but defying her husband wasn't an option. Hesitation flickered across her delicate features before she finally placed her trembling hand in his.
The touch was so warm. Cozy.
Delicate. Yet, Possessive.
The moment their skin touched, a strange shiver coursed through her veins. His grip tightened-not painfully, but in a way that made it clear there was no escape.
Without another word, Kabir turned, his boots clicking against the polished marble floor. He led her across the dimly lit room, stopping before a massive wall-length mirror. The soft glow of ambient light cast shadows, making the space feel both intimate and overwhelming.
Kavya swallowed as Kabir stepped behind her. His 6'5 towering frame loomed close-so close that his heat curled around her.
Her gaze lifted hesitantly to the mirror. And then she saw him.
His dark, intense reflection stood behind hers, his expression unreadable yet heavy with an unspoken promise, the continuous smirk playing on his lips-a silent warning or perhaps an invitation.
The stark difference in their heights was impossible to ignore. Kavya, standing at 5'5, barely reached his shoulder, making her look even smaller against the vastness of his frame. His broad chest was enough to shield her completely, as if he could cocoon her in his presence alone.
Even with Kabir standing behind her, an unsettling realization crept into Kavya's mind-if she were to turn and hide herself in his chest, there would still be space to breathe.
Yet, the sheer dominance of his form made her question-did he intend to give her room to breathe, or would he consume her entirely, leaving no air except the one he allowed her to inhale?
The thought sent a strange thrill down her spine.And this little habit of hers-getting lost so easily in thoughts-made Kabir admire her even more. She wasn't even aware of how endearing she looked in moments like these. So unaware. So his.
Without saying a word, he reached out and ran his fingers slowly along her bare arm. The touch was warm, deliberate... intimate.
A sudden gasp slipped past Kavya's lips, her body instantly reacting to the unexpected sensation. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingers, but Kabir didn't stop. He took his time-his hand tracing her skin like he was memorizing every inch of it-until his fingers found hers and intertwined them, holding her hand tightly in his grip.
Still silent, he brought her hand forward, palm open, and carefully placed a cool piece of metal onto it.
Kavya blinked, confused. Her eyes darted between their hands and his unreadable face. Before she could ask, Kabir smirked faintly and lifted the object from her hand.
A pendant.
Simple. Elegant. Yet it held something more-something that made her heart beat just a little faster.
He held it up by the chain, letting it catch the light before murmuring, "For you."
And though he didn't say much, the way his fingers lingered on her skin, the way his eyes held hers-everything about him screamed possession.
Kavya stared at the shiny pendant resting in her palm-her first gift from her husband. A soft smile curved her lips as her eyes lifted, not to him directly, but to his reflection in the mirror.
"It's so beautiful..." she whispered, her voice laced with quiet wonder.
Kabir stood behind her, his gaze already locked on her through the mirror. He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Lemme make you wear this," he murmured, taking the pendant from her hand.
Stepping closer, he brushed her hair aside with one hand, his fingers grazing the nape of her neck with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver. The chain clicked softly as he fastened it around her, the cool metal settling against her skin.
But Kabir didn't stop there.
His fingers lingered at her neck, tracing the outline of the pendant before gliding down to her collarbone. Then, with a quiet intensity, he swept her hair over her shoulder, deliberately leaving her back bare-so that only his pendant claimed its place against her skin.
Kavya exhaled softly, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the pendant, as if to reassure herself that it was real.
"Thank you..." she said quietly, her voice barely above a breath.
Kabir leaned closer, his lips near her ear now. "Don't thank me, Wifey," he said in a low, deep voice, "Just don't ever take it off."
Kavya simply nodded, unable to say a word. Her heart was racing, her skin still tingling from his touch. A soft smile played on Kabir's lips as he looked at her-his eyes filled with something quiet, something deep.
His fingers reached for her again, trailing gently over her arm. Kavya shivered, the sensation sinking into her bones, stealing her breath away.
Leaning closer, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered,
"No doubt, God has put all His efforts to make you this mesmerizing... I'm lucky to be paired with you."
Kavya stayed still.
She had no reply-or maybe she just couldn't form one. She was too busy feeling everything. His touch wasn't just cold; it was intoxicating. A strange current ran through her body, making it hard to think, to move... to breathe.
Kabir watched her, her silence speaking louder than words. Then, slowly, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss over her ear.
Kavya shut her eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sensation.
That small gesture, that quiet surrender, darkened the smirk on Kabir's face. He didn't say a word-but the look in his eyes said it all.
She was his.
And she had no idea just how deeply that truth ran....