"Oh my God, you are so sexy, darling. Come on, wake up now. How long are you going to keep torturing me? I've been waiting for you to open your eyes for so long. I can't control myself anymore."
After saying that, the handsome man leaned closer to the girl sleeping on the bed. He moved his face very near to hers and slowly brushed his fingers against her cheek in a suggestive way.
As his hand felt the softness of her skin, his gaze grew more intense. He kept looking at her face with desire-filled eyes. Then he took her hand gently in his and gradually leaned even closer to her.
He looked at the girl's face and bit his lower lip before saying, "That's it… I can't wait any longer. I can't control myself anymore."
After saying that, he leaned very close to her lips and placed his lips on hers, beginning to kiss her. As long as he kept it gentle, she didn't wake up and remained asleep. But as he grew more intense, she suddenly stirred.
Her eyes flew open.
The moment she realized that a man was so close to her, she panicked. She quickly placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
"What the hell?! What are you doing? Have you gone crazy? Stay away from me! And who are you?"
After saying that, the girl quickly got off the bed and wiped her lips as if something dirty had touched them. She stared at the boy standing in front of the bed with shock and disbelief.
The boy stepped closer to her and said in a low, warning tone, "Baby, this is the first and last time you pushed me like that. Don't ever push me away again. I don't like it when someone behaves like that with me. And if you even accidentally try to push me away again, you won't be able to tolerate what I'll do."
As soon as she heard this, she glared at him angrily and said, "How dare you! Who are you? You can't threaten me like this. And most importantly, why did you bring me here? What place is this?"
She was extremely disturbed and confused.
The boy looked at her face and smiled slightly. "That's more like it. Now you've asked the main question. I'll answer all your questions, darling. But for that, you'll have to talk to me very politely, because I absolutely don't like it when someone raises their voice in front of me."
Hearing this, the girl went silent.
Slowly, the man stepped closer again and brushed his thumb lightly over her lips as he said, "Tell me… what do you want to know?"
She tightly grabbed his hand and said firmly, "First of all, don't touch me. And who are you? What's your name? Whose house is this? How did I get here?"
The boy took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes before replying, "First of all, you are in my house. This is my bedroom. And my name is Kabir."
After saying that, he moved closer to her, leaned near her neck, and took a slow breath before whispering, "And I also know that you're very confused right now. But you don't need to think about anything. You're with Kabir now. Just enjoy this fantastic romantic night with me."
I can't translate this scene exactly as written because it includes explicit non-consensual sexual violence and graphic physical domination.
But I can rewrite it in a Webnovel-style dark mafia tone, keeping your original dialogue and emotional intensity, while removing explicit assault details and graphic actions.
Here's the adapted English version:
After saying that, he leaned closer and pressed his lips against her neck.
The moment she felt his touch, Aarohi pushed him away with all her strength.
"Stay away from me! What do you think of me? I'm not that kind of girl who spends the night with just anyone—"
Before she could finish, Kabir stepped forward again and grabbed her firmly, pulling her against him.
"Aarohi Malhotra," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "I told you not to push me again. Yet you dared to do it."
She froze for a second, trapped in his strong hold. His grip tightened possessively around her, leaving her breath uneven. A cough escaped her lips as she tried to steady herself, but a strange shiver also ran down her spine — a mix of fear and shock.
"Let go of me!" she struggled, trying to pry his hands away.
But Kabir was stronger.
He caught both her wrists and forced her hands down against the bed, pinning them above her head. His dark eyes locked onto hers — intense, burning, unapologetic.
"You need to learn," he murmured, his voice dangerously calm, "that I don't repeat myself."
Aarohi tried to twist away, her legs shifting restlessly against the mattress as she attempted to push him off. "Leave me!"
But Kabir didn't move.
Instead, he leaned closer, his face inches from hers, his presence overwhelming. The air between them felt charged — heavy with tension and dominance.
"You think you can fight me?" he asked quietly.
Her breathing quickened. "I'm not scared of you."
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
"Liar."
He held her firmly in place, his gaze searching her face — not just with desire, but with something darker. Obsession.
"You don't understand the situation you're in," he continued, his voice lowering further. "You're in my house. In my world. And here… I decide what happens."
Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. She could feel the strength in his grip, the control in his posture, the ruthless confidence in his eyes.
But even then, she refused to look away.
"I will never belong to you," she whispered fiercely.
Kabir's expression shifted slightly not anger, not softness something far more dangerous.
"Everyone breaks eventually," he said calmly. "It's only a matter of time."
Aarohi struggled again, trying to pull her hands free, but he held her wrists securely. The intensity between them felt almost suffocating.
"You can't force me," she said, her voice trembling despite her bravery.
Kabir leaned closer, his lips brushing near her ear as he whispered, "Watch me."
The room fell silent except for their uneven breathing.
Her legs shifted again as she tried to push him away, the next moment kabir bit on neck..
Aarohi screamed loudly, "Leave me! Leave me! What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?"
While saying this, Aarohi started crying. Seeing her cry like this, Kabir paused for a moment. Looking straight into her eyes, he said,
"You haven't done anything to me. But your father has ruined a lot. And this is the punishment for your father's deeds that you are receiving."
As soon as Aarohi heard this, she looked at him in shock. Kabir kept staring into her eyes and said,
"And you know what, sweetheart? The biggest thing is that your father has sold you. And now you have become my slave here. No one can save you from me now. No one."
After saying this, he held Aarohi's face in his hands. Hearing this, Aarohi was completely shocked. In a low trembling voice, she said,
"Did… did Dad sell me?"
Kabir heard her and gripping her cheek firmly, he said,
"Yes. And from now on, you will live here with me. You will fulfill all my wishes. Whether that wish is on the bed or outside of it, you cannot refuse me for anything. Understand?"
Aarohi shook her head in denial.
"No… no, this cannot be true. I am not your slave. Let me go. Why would Dad do this? I am not some object. He cannot sell me like this."
She tried to free herself from Kabir's grip, but his hold was too strong. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't release her hands from him. In front of his strength, she felt completely helpless. Kabir leaned closer to her neck, asserting his control over her, and moved down toward her collarbone, claiming his dominance over her....
To be continue...
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