(All the characters and events in this story are purely fictional. They have no connection with any real person, community, or society. If any resemblance is found, it should be considered purely coincidental.
This story is written in the genre of adult romance and contains 18+ content.)
The city glows outside the glass walls of his penthouse.
Inside, the air feels heavier.
Adwya Rathore stands tall, broad shoulders casting shadows under the dim golden lights.
His black shirt hangs open at the collar, muscles shifting beneath the fabric every time he moves. His jaw is tight. His eyes darker than the night behind him.
The girl beneath him breathes unevenly.
At first, she likes it.
His confidence.
His intensity.
The way his hands move like they own the moment.
“Ahh… Adwya… ab ruk jaao…” she whispers, breath breaking between words.
Adwya exhales deeply, his lips brushing close to her ear.
“Already?” his voice is low, almost amused. “It’s only getting interesting.”
She grips his shoulders, trying to steady her breathing.
“Please, Adwya… I’m tired. Mujhme tumhare jitna stamina nhi hai…”
A faint smirk touches his lips.
He shifts her slightly, steady but firm, his hand sliding along her waist as if reminding her who controls the rhythm.
“You should have thought about that before saying yes,” he murmurs.
Her fingers suddenly dig into his back, nails leaving faint red lines.
She “Ahh— Adwya!”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Relax,” he says calmly. “Just enjoy.”
Her voice trembles, breath catching, exhaustion mixing with sensation.
The intensity doesn’t fade.
Adway watches her carefully — not with cruelty, not with concern — but with possession.
For him, this is never about love.
It is about dominance.
About being wanted.
About proving he can take without losing control.
When her strength weakens, when her body grows still from pure fatigue, he finally slows.
Not because he is told to.
But because he decides to.
He rises from the bed, adjusts his shirt, runs a hand through his hair.
Strong. Controlled. Unshaken.
From the outside, Adwya Rathore is perfection.
Inside, he feels nothing but the echo of power.
And that is exactly how he likes it.
Shortly after
The room is silent now.
The girl lies asleep, exhausted, sheets tangled around her.
Adwya stands near the window, city lights reflecting in his dark eyes.
His expression is unreadable,Not regret,Not satisfaction,Just control.
He buttons his shirt slowly, every movement precise.
He doesn’t look back at the bed.
His phone vibrates.
He answers without hesitation.
“Yes.”
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ruthless Feelings
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