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Nyra-His Cursed Love

"Aap janwar ho ya insaan?!" He didn't even flinch. His eyes remained on the road, expression bored, as though my words were nothing more than the wind. "Kya sunayi nahi de raha hai?" I snapped again, my voice breaking. "Dekhiye, jaise aapne itni aasaani se shaadi ki hai humse, waise hi aasaani se hum aapko aur iss shaadi ko chhod denge!" The car screeched to a halt, throwing me against the seatbelt. My breath caught. The door slammed open, and before I could make sense of anything, he was at my side. In a blur, Ajay yanked me out of the car and shoved me against the cold metal door. His hand gripped my neck-not harsh enough to hurt, but firm enough to steal my air. I gasped at the suddenness, my body trembling under his hold. His eyes burned into mine, and when he spoke, it wasn't human-it was a growl, low and animalistic. "Kuch bhi sochne ka ya karne ka haq ab tumhara nahi hai, Nyra." The way my name rolled off his tongue sent a chilling shiver down my spine. For the first time, I realized-this wasn't just anger. "Sirf Mera hai" This was a warning.

Rain -His Desire💖

(Mumbai - A stormy night, years ago...) The storm outside was merciless, a violent symphony of thunder and rain battering against the glass windows of the Rathore estate. Inside, the air was just as charged-thick with betrayal, suffocating in its cruelty. Avyaan Rathore stood still, but his world was crumbling. His fingers clenched around the whiskey glass, the amber liquid trembling like the rage simmering beneath his cold exterior. He had walked in on a scene that ripped him apart from the inside-the woman he once loved, tangled in the arms of another man. Her voice, soft yet razor-sharp, sliced through the chaos in his mind. "You were never enough for me, Avyaan." Each word lodged itself deep into his soul, searing like a brand, etching a wound that would never truly heal. His jaw tightened, his breaths slow and calculated, masking the storm raging within. He had trusted her, loved her, given her every part of himself. And she had shattered it all with a smirk and a careless whisper. Something in him twisted. Snapped. Love? It was nothing but a beautifully packaged lie. A poison disguised as salvation. He had been weak once. Never again. His heart hardened as the storm outside howled in sync with the destruction inside him. From this moment forward, Avyaan Rathore would feel nothing. No love. No desire. No weakness. Only control. Only power. And no one-no one-would ever have the power to break him again. Not even the rain, which once felt cleansing. Now, it was nothing more than a reminder of the night he let his soul die.

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