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A/N: Enough drama!! Time for some cuteness ๐
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๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. "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.
๐ค๐ถ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ป, ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐น ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ฎ, ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐๐ท๐ต๐ฒ 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! โโ โ Book 1 of Royal Love Games Series.
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