She was married off like property.
But somewhere between the red sarees and his ruined promises,
She became something more.
Not a wife.
Not a woman.
But his obsession.
And he?
He was the kind of man who didn't just claim her in bed.
He claimed her everywhere.
Even in the kitchen.
He's toxic. Controlling. Dangerous.
And yet… undeniably magnetic.
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"You think I won't touch you just because this house has too many eyes?"
His voice was a growl, hot against her ear. Aanya felt a shiver run down her spine as he stepped closer, they were in the kitchen, just steps away from the open corridor.
"Arjun, no... someone might see-"
He smirked, pressing her back to the granite counter, his hand brushing against hers on the counter.
"Then be quiet, Mrs. Thakur," he whispered, lips brushing her jaw.
Her bangles jingled as her fingers clutched the edge of the counter, her body already betraying her silence. Every glance, every movement of his, made her pulse quicken. When her lips brushed against the side of her neck, she couldn't help but tremble, the thud of her heartbeat drowned every logical thought.
He held her gaze, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was deliberate, possessive.
"You feel that?" He whispered, voice husky, "That's how I know you are mine."
A tiny shiver ran through her. Her hands tightened around the counter. The warmth of his presence, the closeness of his body, the way he looked at her... it was intoxicating.
Even here, in the open kitchen, even steps from prying eyes, the tension between them pulsed like a storm.
Aanya took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but her heart refused to obey. His fingers lingered near hers, brushing over her hand, a subtle, electrifying contact. His lips hovered near her neck again, grazing lightly in a fleeting, tantalizing touch that left her breathless.
And just like that, without, without words or actions that could betray them, he made her feel it, every glance, every lingering presence, every whispered word... it was all his.
She couldn't stop trembling. She couldn't stop thinking about him. From this moment, she knew nothing would ever feel normal again.