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GEETANSHI'S POV
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GEETANSHI'S POV
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥. "Aayansh," I say, my voice unsteady. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer right away, his dark eyes locking onto mine, sharp and predatory. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm. "I don't owe you an explanation." His jaw tightens. In two strides, he's in front of me. "Try again, Anika. Who were you with tonight?" "No one," I snap. "You don't get to interrogate me." He grabs my wrist, firm but not painful. "You think I don't notice when you lie?" "I'm not lying!" "You're wearing his scent," he growls, stepping closer. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" I step back, hitting the wall. "You're imagining things." "Am I?" His hand braces beside my head, trapping me. "You're mine. Or have you forgotten?" "I don't belong to you!" His lips curl into a smirk, dark and dangerous. "Say that again. Look me in the eyes and say it." I try, but the words stick in my throat. His gaze burns through me, leaving me powerless. "That's what I thought," he murmurs, his fingers brushing my jaw. "Deny it all you want, but your body betrays you every time I'm near." "Aayansh, stop." "Stop?" His tone mocks. "You don't want me to stop. You want me to remind you who you belong to." His lips crush mine, rough and possessive. My resistance melts, even as I hate myself for giving in. "You drive me insane," he mutters, his hands gripping my waist. "You think I'll let anyone else have you? Never." "You're suffocating me." "Good," his voice is low, dangerous, his forehead pressing to mine. "Let it suffocate you, cherry. Let it remind you that you're mine, and I'll never let anyone else take what belongs to me." He kisses me again, stealing my breath. This wasn't love, it was his obsession in which he trapped me.
𝗤𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗮, 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝗵𝗲 She was supposed to be a pawn in his game. She wasn't meant to be his queen-until she decided she was. He came for her kingdom, ruthless and unstoppable, a storm ready to tear through Jodhpur. She was nothing more than a bargaining chip, a hostage in his grand conquest. But what he didn't realize was-she wasn't the kind to be played. Because Aradhya Yadhuvanshi didn't believe in surrender. She believed in war. And if Adhikrit Agnivanshi wanted to claim Jodhpur, he'd have to face the fire of the princess who would rather set her own throne ablaze than kneel. But the most dangerous games are the ones played with hearts, and when obsession tangles with power, when a king who takes everything meets a queen who refuses to be taken-there's only one rule. No one leaves this game unscathed. So, who will win, and who will fall? READ TO FIND OUT, HOTTIES! ⋆★⋆ Book 1 of Royal Love Games Series.
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