AUTHOR'S POV
Flashback
A 14-year-old girl was lying tied on the bed naked, bruises and scars splatted all over her fragile form, each one screaming the unspeakable horrors she had endured. Her limbs trembled with exhaustion and fear as she remained motionless, resigned to her dreadful fate. While two men were standing in front of her, laughing at her misery, one of the men threw his pants and hovered over her.
''Please no I beg you'' she whispered tirelessly, her body was not ready to give up as she struggled more, but a tight slap by the man landed on her face. She cried she wanted to fight but her body gave up, as soon as she felt his disgusting hands running over her naked clit she knew it was over, she knew now she cannot save herself, she knew her soul will be tainted forever now.
The man pressed his burning cigarette over her naked clit making her scream in pain but as soon as a scream left her mouth the man cupped her mouth harshly while pressing the cigarette more.
At that moment, she felt like she was drowning in darkness, suffocating under the weight of her own baggage. She had reached a point where death seemed like the only escape from the relentless torment that had burdened her existence. With tears dried on her cheeks, she gazed into the eyes of her tormentor, her soul heavy with the burden of a life she never asked for.
"Such a fragile doll of mine" he whispered, his words dripping with cruelty as his fingers traced over her trembling form. His touch made her skin crawl, igniting a fire of loathing within her soul. Every touch felt like a violation, a reminder of the powerlessness that consumed her.
''Ready my little doll'' the man taunted, his voice sending shivers down her spine again and was ready to pounce on her but the door bashed over the right time and a man raging in anger entered.
As the man burst through the shattered door, his figure emerged from the darkness. He stood tall, his fierce intensity that dared anyone to challenge him. His face was stern, his eyes filled with a fierce determination that seemed to say, "Don't mess with me." His presence filled the room with an undeniable authority. Commanding and imposing, with eyes blazing with determination, he fixed his gaze upon the girl. At that moment, she felt a glimmer of hope flicker within her shattered spirit.
His eyes went to the girl and he instantly looked away, the other man's eyes widened they knew who was he, and they both quickly ran away from the room leaving the broken girl. He picked up the sheet that covered the girl fully and took her on his arm. The girl didn't take a minute to melt in his arms, she recognised his touch. He was her father's friend and the only one in the world that cared for her.
With steady hands, he wrapped a sheet around her trembling frame, cocooning her in a fragile shield against the harsh realities of the world. The fabric brushed against her skin like a tender caress, offering a fleeting moment of respite from the agony that gnawed at her heart.
As he lifted her into his arms, she leaned into his embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of his touch. In his arms, she felt a sense of safety she had long forgotten, a peace amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her.
"Superman, they hurt your Jaana," she sobbed, her voice choked with anguish. "They broke your little bubble."
Her words pierced the air like a dagger, carrying with them the weight of her brokenness, the rawness of her pain. At that moment, she felt like a fragile doll, tossed aside and discarded by those who had once claimed to care for her.
But as she buried her face against his chest, her tears mingling with the fabric of his shirt, she found a glimmer of hope for her survival. In his arms, she was not alone. In his arms, she found a protector, a guardian who would shield her from the cruelty of the world.
''Ab aapki Jaana nahi jeena chahti, please kill me, superman, I can't handle this pain anymore'' she mumbled tirelessly and a lone tear escaped from his eyes, sensing the depth of her hurt. His eyes watered as he held her close, consoling her.
(Your lifeline don't want to live anymore)
''Shh- my jaana, I am here now'' he whispered caressing her hair softly, his hands were aching to strangle her culprits but he knew it better, she needed him now.
The man's heart clenched at her words, a fierce protectiveness rising within him. With a voice filled with determination, he vowed, "From today, you are my daughter, Jaana. I will protect you from every single thing in this world."
He removed his shirt and gave her to wear, with trembling hands she wore it but in the middle she blackout. The man was looking other side, heard the thud sound and looked at her who fainted, he buttoned up her buttons with closed eyes, but something caught his eyes, the words like whore and slut written on her above chest and don't know how many are there inside the shirt. He clenched his fist in anger wrapping her fully in the sheet again carried her in his arms, his steps purposeful as they left the room. The people around them trembled in fear, recognizing the power and authority that he wielded as the ruler of India, the greatest Mafia lord.
He was Vardhan Roy and in his arms was his daughter, Nitya Roy.
Though they may not be bound by blood, at that moment, she knew that she had found a father in Vardhan Roy—a father who would stop at nothing to protect her, a father who had chosen her as his own. And as they disappeared into the shadows, she whispered a silent vow of her own—to take her revenge, to destroy the people who are responsible for her condition and to embrace her newfound identity as Nitya Roy, daughter of the mafia lord.
As he went outside the brothel, with a simple snap of his fingers, An explosion ripped through the night, shaking the crumbling walls of the brothel. Flames surged into the sky, painting it in fiery shades of red and orange. The brothel, a den of cries and darkness, was engulfed in flames, yet Vardhan's focus remained singular - protecting his Jaana at any cost.
He stood tall, his figure outlined by the dancing flames. In his arms, he held Jaana close, her small frame trembling but her spirit unwavering. But amidst the destruction, there was purpose. Vardhan's gaze softened as he looked down at Jaana, sensing the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders. She wasn't just a girl to him—she was his legacy, his daughter.
As they moved through the turmoil, Vardhan felt satisfaction. He watched as the fire consumed the building, knowing that it marked the end of her old life but also the beginning of a new chapter filled with revenge and redemption. He purposefully let those men run away because he wanted Nitya to slaughter them. She vowed herself, every person who was the reason for this state would pay. Each one of them would feel the flames of her wrath, burning away the chains that bound her to this life of misery.
They are her culprits and she has the right to take her justice. With Nitya cradled in his arms, he envisioned her rise to power, her name echoing through the stories of history as the strongest woman the world had ever known.
It was the rise of ARIANA as Mafia Princess, and NITYA ROY for the business world
After that tragic day, Vardhaan devoted himself to training Nitya to become a powerful figure in the underworld, earning her the title of Mafia Princess. He relocated to the French underworld, leaving behind his Indian domain, alongside Advik, who was also adopted into their family. Despite this, Vardhaan treated them both as his own, showering them with love while imparting the skills of a warrior to Nitya.
Advik, however, sought a different path. He shunned the mafia world, opting to become a lawyer to shield his father and sister from its dangers. But there is something that Vardhaan is hiding, he knows the reality of Nitya, and he is well aware of Riddhaan's unknown identity. He knew what is destiny playing with them, he was well aware of the things but he knew he couldn't intertwine in the future.
It's like they were both tied together by strings and if anyone tried to interfere, those strings would tangle up even more, choking them with their own obsessions.
1 week later
RIDDHAAN'S POV
''So, we need to adapt this new technology to boost our company sales, this method will work for Gez-z as they are our new target audience'' the manager said and started describing the new technology. He presented all the slides and I watched it uninterestingly, first I hated VR because, he didn't let me meet my precious for a week until she was fine. I fucking hate him to my guts but I am as stubborn as him, every night I sneak into her apartment and spent our time together. Though she didn't say about her being the French Mafia Princess and being his daughter, I can't wait till she reveals it. Also, my cameras work perfectly so I can watch her the whole day. But I miss her warmth.
However, my attention was abruptly diverted by one of our investors. She was smiling at me, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. I felt a pang of irritation, not wanting the attention she was directing towards me. My gaze shifted away, my discomfort evident as I avoided her gaze. The unwanted female attention was something I disliked, as my heart belonged solely to my precious. All I wanted to
Lost in my thoughts, I was taken aback when the door suddenly burst open, and she entered the room. I looked at her, stunned by her presence. She looked stunning in her blue bodycon dress, which hugged her curves in all the right places. I noticed all the men had lowered their eyes, I warned them earlier. Fuck, she is here for real, I am so in love with this girl of mine that I can't even tear my gaze off. Without hesitation, she settled herself onto my lap, surprising me.
''What a pleasant surprise precious'' I mumbled pulling her closure to her waist, the investor who was eyeing me before, now got that where I belonged and she looked away but I couldn't tear my gaze away from my precious as she took my hand and began applying the strokes lipstick. This is very new to me but I let her do as she pleased, captivated by her grace and beauty.
"Which one?" she asked, holding up a selection of lipsticks, her eyes searching mine for approval
''Red one precious, Your lips painted in red crimson make me lose my sanity'' I replied softly, unable to resist the allure of her lips painted in crimson. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and at that moment, nothing else mattered but her and the intoxicating spell she cast over me.
"Okay, now carry on with the meeting. I'll see you in the cabin" she instructed me while placing a kiss on my cheeks as she glared at the investor, looks like my baby was jealous and she wanted to claim me, I freaking love the way she claimed me as hers, it would be better if she would have placed her lips on my lips but its fine for now. She got up and though I hated to see her leave, I nodded, knowing the meeting would conclude shortly.
As soon as the meeting ended, I made my way straight to my cabin, where she was already seated in my chair, commanding the room like a queen.
My queen.
I went to her and sat on the desk in front of her crossing my legs, I noticed the laptop screen displayed the CCTV footage of my conference room. So, my little queen was indeed keeping an eye on me. Not that I minded. Leaning in to match her height, I gently grasped her throat in my hand, rubbing my thumb over her jaw.
"What was that?" I whispered, biting her jaw slightly, my tone a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness. She pushed my hand away from her and glared at me. What the hell is she angry with me, why did she remove my hand?
She got up and tried to leave without saying anything and I got up hurriedly too and slid my hand on her waist grabbing her firmly, her back collided with my chest and she clenched her jaw in response.
''Leave me, Mr Shekhwat'' she mumbled, and I hated it whenever she calls me Mr Shekhawat, I was her tesoro, and that was how she should refer to me. Perhaps she was just jealous because of that other girl, but didn't she realize that whether that girl was in the room or not, she was the one I desired? She didn't need to be jealous of anyone; she already ruled my heart.
''I am just yours baby, no matter how many eyes are on me, My eyes will always be stuck on my precious'' I muttered pressing kisses on her shoulder, I could feel her body calming down, as she dropped her head on my chest, I turned her over and grasp her with my one arm.
''Get that straight into your head, I don't like any eye on you'' she said pointing her finger on my chest, I smirked knowing this was what I exactly wanted from her.
''I have something for you'' she said, her voice tinged with excitement. She walked over to the desk, opening her clutch and retrieving a square box wrapped in red velvet cloth. Is that a diamond ring? My heart raced with anticipation. Was she going to propose to me? Was this really happening? I needed to look perfect for the proposal.
Without a word, I hurried to the restroom, fixing my hair and adjusting my shirt. I even applied a bit of lip balm to ensure my lips were soft. Yeah, my lips are dry right now and what if we kiss and she would be hurt by my dry lips so I always carry lip balm, I never know when things turned out to be in my favour.
Returning to her, I found her standing with her arms crossed over her shoulder. I smiled sheepishly and stood before her, eagerly awaiting her next move. She smiled back and opened the box in front of me. To my dismay, it wasn't a diamond ring as I had hoped. Instead, it was a neck chain. She wasn't going to propose to me. I couldn't help but sulk inwardly.
''May I?" she asked, and I smiled a little, nodding in agreement. She doesn't need to ask anything she just needs to lay her claim. She tiptoed closer and carefully fastened the neck chain around my neck. Her breath brushed against my ear as she leaned in.
I adored the neck chain it was crafted from fine silver, with intricate patterns of twisting vines and leaves, giving it a natural and organic feel. At its centre hung an infinity symbol pendant, with tiny letters "N" and "A" representing Nitya and Ariana, symbolizing her claim on me in both of our worlds. The pendant sparkled with tiny gemstones, it would be so unique I have never seen any celebrity wearing it, and It held a special place close to my heart. A prized possession of mine.
''Try to remove this, I will wipe your existence from this earth" she warned, her voice laced with a hint of possessiveness as she lightly bit my earlobe. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a desire within me. I couldn't deny the surge of insanity she stirred in me; I wanted her more than ever. Fuck I am so turned on because of her right now.
Instinctively, I slid my hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me. God, I want her so badly. The spark between us crackled with intensity, and I couldn't get enough of her.
''You can put a leash on me, still, I won't stop you from claiming me, I am all yours Precious'' I said and she blushed, for the first time in my life I saw a blush on her face because of me, this felt so good. It felt incredible to be the reason for that blush. Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of red, enhancing her beauty even more. Her red hue cheeks look so beautiful that I can adore them the whole day.
I gazed at her, my heart swelling with love and longing. I couldn't bear the thought of being apart from her any longer. The desire to marry her, to claim her as mine forever, burned fiercely within me. I wanted to cage her in my love, to ensure that no one else would dare to even glance in her direction, let alone breathe the same air as her.
I knew my thoughts were possessive, maybe even bordering on obsession, but only I understood the emptiness I felt when she wasn't by my side. The frustration of not being able to hold her, to feel her warmth against me, was growing with each passing moment. But soon, very soon, she will be with me, and I will ensure that no other soul lays eyes on her. She will be mine and mine alone, forever.
My precious will be in my arms forever.
The same day, evening
Chauhan's Mansion
VAANI'S POV
We all were having tea, in the evening when suddenly our phones started to ring with notifications together curiously we all looked at our phones, and the ground beneath me slipped down as I saw a video attached to it. It was a video of mine while I was making out with someone, what the hell. who made this video?
My heart plummeted as I watched the video that had been thrust upon me, revealing an make-out video of mine with a random man, it was just a one-night stand that was never meant for anyone else's eyes. The blood drained from my face, and I felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath me. How could this have happened? Who could have possibly recorded it?
I looked at my family who just put their phones down in the microseconds as soon as I moaned in the video. Fuck it is hell-embarrassing.
"Dad, it's not me" I lied, my voice trembling with anguish, "it's AI-generated. Someone is trying to frame me."
But Dad's response shattered my hopes. "It was CCTV footage that can't be morphed" he said, his tone heavy with disappointment. I know the video is true but who would have the guts to record it, or maybe I know who is behind all this.
''Dad, I am telling you this is done by Nitya, she wants to tarnish my image'' I spoke trying to put the blame on her head. But deep down I am a hundred per cent sure it's her she is taking revenge on me.
Before I could receive any response, the door swung open with a dramatic flourish, revealing Nitya and Risha standing in the doorway like vengeful apparitions. The smug satisfaction etched on Nitya's face sent a shiver down my spine, a chilling reminder of the power she held at that moment
Nitya's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, dripping with arrogance. "Yes, it was done by me, the one and only Nitya Roy," she declared, her tone laced with venom. "And you should take my name with respect, sweetheart."
Risha smirked and with a swift motion, she dragged the head of the family's chair to the centre of the room, and Nitya settled herself into the seat with regal poise, I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
''Also for tarnishing your image, sweetheart first you need to build one'' she said taunting me. I so wanted to kill this bitch but now when she had accepted that she is the one who did it I should play the victim card. I went to Mom, burying my eyes in tears.
''Mom, see I told you she never wanted me happy, from the childhood she just snatched everything I wanted, and I forgive her for that but Mom my dignity, today she played with my dignity'' I cried more while gaining my mon side, she quickly hugged me trying to comfort me band her eyes were raining in anger as she looked at Nitya.
Her arms wrapped around me with tenderness, yet her eyes simmered with a fierce anger as she glanced over at Nitya, who stood with an air of indifference nearby.
"Shh, don't cry, princess" my mother murmured, her voice soft but tinged with a steely resolve. She planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, her touch offering a fleeting moment of comfort in the midst of turmoil.
Meanwhile, Nitya stood by, her expression a mask of disdain as she rolled her eyes at our display of emotion. Her cold detachment only fueled my mother's simmering rage.
''What the hell, Nitya? I thought you would have changed over the years, but no, you are still a Bitch to your sister. I wish I killed you in my womb itself'' Mom said with venom, and Nitya seemed unaffected, which left me confused. In childhood, whenever Mom used to utter these words, she used to shed tears and beg her not to speak like that, but now she is sitting as if it didn't affect her much.
'And I wish I was never born from your nasty womb'' she retorted back, spilling fire. That was enough for Mom to lose her control. The tension in the room reached a breaking point as Mom, unable to contain her rage any longer, stormed towards Nitya, her hands trembling with fury. She grabbed Nitya by the shoulder, forcing her to stand and face the consequences of her actions.
''NITYA'' screaming at her she raised her hand in the air to slap her, but it was caught off but Nitya in the middle. Her eyes blazed with fury as she jerked her hand backward, causing Mom to stumble. Dad and I rushed to help her, but before we could touch her, Nitya pulled out her gun and pointed it at Mom's forehead.
''Try to touch me with your dirty hands again and I will make sure to send you hell'' she spoke with venom dripping her tone.
''Nitya, mind your words you are talking to your Mother'' Dad's voice trembled with authority, but Nitya showed no signs of backing down, grabbing Dad's collar with equal force.
''Mr Chauhan, mind your words, you are talking to Nitya Roy'' she spat back with an intensity that sent chills down my spine. This was not the shy or timid Nitya that used to be dominated, but a different woman before us.
''Nitya please try to understand, take the video down, it's about your sister's dignity'' Mom pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation, but Nitya's smirk remained firmly in place as she reclined in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. It feels like I am having the taste of my own medicine, years ago I had made her MMS viral and now she did the exact same with me, this is the way of her taking revenge.
But Nitya only smirked, reclining back in her chair with a look of smug satisfaction. "First of all, I never shared the video on any platform yet, as I don't stab on back, I like to have a face-to-face combat" she stated coolly, her words sending a ripple of relief through the room. "But I am going to share it in front of you all," she added, her smirk widening into a cruel grin.
"No, Nitya, please don't do this" Mom begged, her voice pleading for mercy as she clasped her hands together defeated.
''Nitya, you won't do something like this or you will see the worst of me'' I threatened her but she laughed it off. The panic in the room intensified as my family pleaded for mercy, their voices merging into a plea of desperation. I, too, added my voice to the chorus, threatening Nitya with the worst of me if she dared to follow through.
But her response was a mocking laughter, her taunts piercing through the chaos. "The worst of you? Trust me, I have seen the worst version of you, and now the wild version too, umm my little dirty whore kink'' Making me reminded of the part of that video.
The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as Nitya stood before us, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of her victory and our defeat. My father's voice broke through the heavy silence, tired and strained from the relentless onslaught of Nitya's manipulations.
''What do you want Nitya'' Dad's tired voice broke the silence, his weariness evident in every word he spoke. We were all weary, worn down by Nitya's relentless onslaught. She had systematically stripped away everything we held dear – first my business, then my position, and now this scandal that threatened to destroy us.
I watched as Nitya's gaze flickered to Risha, a silent command passing between them. Risha took out a folder, its contents a mystery that held our fate in its pages. With a flourish, Nitya handed it to Dad, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.
"Sign these papers" she demanded, her tone laced with mockery. I felt a surge of anger rising within me, but before I could speak, Dad's weary voice cut through the tension.
"What's in the papers?" he asked, his voice tinged with resignation. Nitya's lips curled into a mocking smirk, her amusement evident as she taunted us once again.
"You went to the most expensive university to study only to ask other people what is in the document. Read it yourself, darling'' she sneered, her words like poison dripping from her tongue. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to suppress my rising anger.
With a heavy heart, Dad and I began to read the papers, each word weighing heavily on our souls. As the truth dawned on us, a wave of disbelief washed over me. Every single property that belonged to the Chauhan family was now transferred to Nitya Roy. It felt like a cruel joke, a nightmare from which I could not wake.
"What type of joke is this?" Dad's voice reverberated through the room, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But Nitya remained unfazed, her smirk widening as she delivered her next blow.
''The same type of your daughter was cracking last night on Richard's bed'' she retorted, her words dripping with venom. The air seemed to crackle with tension as her taunt hung in the air, a cruel reminder of the depths to which she would stoop to assert her dominance
''We won't sign'' I declared defiantly, my voice trembling with rage. But Nitya merely shrugged, her expression unreadable as she turned to Risha with a chilling command. "Fine, Risha. Upload the video. Let everyone see how beautiful my sister is inside out."
A cold chill swept through the room as Nitya's words sank in, the threat of public humiliation looming over us like a dark cloud. And in that moment, I realized that we were trapped in a twisted game of power and betrayal, with Nitya pulling the strings and writing our downfall with ruthless precision.
''Fine we will sign'' As he picked up the pen and began to sign the papers, I closed my eyes, unable to bear the reality of what was unfolding before me. Giving up our luxurious lifestyle was inconceivable, but the thought of surrendering our dignity to Nitya's twisted game was even more unbearable.
Once Dad had finished signing, he handed the papers over to Risha, who inspected them with a practised eye. But Nitya's distrust was evident as she commanded Risha to have the legal team verify the documents. With a resigned sigh, Risha made the call, and soon a team of lawyers entered the room, checking on the papers.
As the lawyers scrutinized the papers, Nitya's grin widened, a sinister glint in her eyes betraying her satisfaction. "By the way, it's not over yet. The fun is still left," she remarked casually, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
"What more do you want from us?" my mother's voice quivered, tears streaming down her face as she confronted Nitya.
''Beg, I want you all to beg in front of me, Remember how I begged in front of you all'' Nitya's demand hung in the air like a dark cloud, her eyes ablaze with sadistic pleasure. Memories flooded my mind - memories of how I had once revelled in her humiliation, how I had manipulated my parents into punishing her for my own selfish gain. I remember how she used to beg every single time whenever I used to put any blame on her, Mom and Dad used to make her beg in front of me and I used to enjoy it. When I realised her video, I turned everyone against her in the family, for the first time Dad had beaten her, and for Mom, it was her daily routine to slap her because of my lies.
"BEG!" she screamed, her voice laced with menace as she aimed her gun in our direction. We were paralyzed with fear, each of us feeling the weight of her power bearing down upon us.
One by one, we sank to our knees, our hands clasped together in a desperate plea for mercy. The once proud Chauhan family is now reduced to mere supplicants, begging for Nitya's mercy.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I swallowed my pride and begged for forgiveness, my voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. But Nitya remained unmoved, her gaze cold and unforgiving as she revelled in our humiliation.
At that moment, I realized how low she could go for her revenge. Nitya's power - not just over our wealth and possessions, but over our very souls. And as we knelt before her, broken and defeated, I knew that our lives would never be the same again.
"Aww, how cute," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she observed our pitiful display. Her words cut through the silence like a knife, mocking our vulnerability and helplessness. The facade of innocence she wore only hid the sinister aura that surrounded her.
And then came her final command, delivered with chilling authority"Now pack your bags and leave before sunrise." There was no room for negotiation, no mercy in her tone. She had reduced us to mere pawns in her twisted game of power, and now she was casting us aside like discarded toys.
''Told you I will give you all I live that you will beg to die, but won't be able to die because you all are mere pawns of my finger'' she said with a smirk.''By the way, I have a goodbye gift for you'' she said and handed me a small rectangular box wrapped with glitter paper. I wasn't taking it so she just tossed it on the table.
Slowly, we rose to our feet, the weight of her words pressing down upon us like a suffocating blanket. As Nitya got up, she wore her shades again and made her way to the exit, her bodyguards flanked the door, and she left.
As soon as she left, a message pinged me with trembling hands, I reached for my phone, my heart pounding in my chest as I unlocked the screen to find a link attached to my mail, opening the link I saw my video already uploaded on an anonymous sex site. My breath caught in my throat as I saw it, a cold realization washing over me like a wave crashing against the shore.
Just then another message pinned me, and it sent a cold shiver down my body, the message taunted, a cruel reminder of the pain I had inflicted on her in the past. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that my actions had come back to haunt me in the most devastating way possible.
If you ever wanted to die, feel free to reach out to me otherwise use my gift sweetheart
As I reached out to the box she had gifted me, my fingers trembled with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Opening the box she gave me, I felt a shiver down my spine seeing a sharp blade inside. It hit me hard - I once gave her the same thing. I had gifted her the same blade, wishing that she would end her life and now she is giving it back to me.
The irony was chilling. Holding the blade, I couldn't shake the feeling that my past had caught up with me, and now I was facing the consequences. Was this her way of exacting revenge, of making me pay for the sins of my past?
AUTHOR'S POV
The same Night
It was a restless night for Riddhaan as he lay on his bed, his thoughts consumed by his longing for Nitya. Despite his desire to be with her, he can't. She had an important dinner with VR and other businessmen, and though he knows no one would look at her still he is getting restless. He wanted to touch her feel her, but this distance was killing me. He had told her that she should send a picture of her when she was ready but still, she hadn't sent it, so to kill time he was watching her insta profile going through every picture she posted, every reel that she had uploaded.
"Fuck, I am so turned on by the single sight of her" he muttered under his breath as he gazed at her picture. A wave of desire washed over him, igniting a fire within that he struggled to contain. With every curve of her body captured in the picture, his pulse quickened, and he felt an overwhelming urge to touch himself.
Then, his wait was finally over, she sent a picture. It was a mirror selfie, and she was bending slightly, her cleavage on display, tantalizing and irresistible. The glimpse of her breasts was enough to push him over the edge. It was the moment he knew he is fucked up.
Unable to control himself any longer, he stripped off his shirt with trembling hands, tossing it aside as if it were a barrier between him and the fantasies consuming his thoughts. Turning on the shower, he let the warm water cascade over his skin, hoping it would quench the burning desire he felt for her. The water droplets danced across his skin, a futile attempt to quench the flames ignited by her allure. As the steam clouded the air around him, he shed his pants, succumbing to the overwhelming desire coursing through his veins.
But instead of cooling him down, the water seemed to intensify the ache of longing he felt. Each droplet felt like a caress, teasing and torturing him as thoughts of her consumed his mind. He reached down, his fingers tracing the outline of his throbbing shaft, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. The memory of her cleavage, the tantalizing glimpse of her curves, fueled the raging desire within.
Closing his eyes, he let out a low groan as the image of her flashed in his mind once again, her being a seductress etched into his thoughts. Unable to resist any longer, he reached down to his throbbing shaft, his hand trembling with anticipation as he began to stroke himself. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to the memory of her intoxicating presence.
As he groaned Nitya's name, consumed by desire and lost in the throes of pleasure, little did he know that Nitya herself was watching him a smirk played on her lips. She never wanted to attend any dinner so she casually lied to him, because she wanted to see how restless he is for her. She wanted to see what his desires were for her. She observed him intently, her eyes roaming over his naked form with possessive hunger. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his skin beneath her fingertips, but she resisted the urge, content for now to watch him revel in his desire for her.
Through the 360-degree view provided by the camera, Nitya could watch him from every angle she desired. She licked her lips, her possessive mind revelling in the sight before her. She was keenly aware that he had been watching her every move as well, and she didn't mind in the slightest. She was equally possessive of him, relishing the thought of him ogling her.
Also now she had access to his most intimate moments. She licked her lips, her gaze lingering on his sculpted chest, the rise and fall of his breaths as he pleasured himself. Despite the temptation to see his length, she decided to grant him privacy.
Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him, captivated by the raw intensity of his arousal. She observed every detail of his expression, the way his lips parted in pleasure, the way he bit down on them, the tension in his jaw as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. Each moan of her name that escaped his lips was like music to her ears, fueling her desire even further.
Lost in a haze of desire, he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, letting the pleasure wash over him. His mind wandered to the fantasy of her touch, her lips wrapped around him, her fingers exploring every inch of his body. The mere thought of her sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him, his desire reaching new heights with every stroke.
How would she look kneeling in front of him, with her hands tied taking him fully in her mouth?
Fuck her lips and finger around her dick, it would be heaven.
''Ahh, Nitya,'' he groaned as his dick grew more just by the mere thought of her. Her, each displayed in his mind, and his strokes intensified. He whispered her name like a prayer, the intensity of having her consuming his mind.
Nitya's breath hitched as she watched him, his body tense with pleasure, his movements becoming more frantic as he approached his climax. The sight of him, lost in ecstasy and uttering her name like a mantra, sent a rush of heat through her veins.
"Yes, Tesoro, drip your sweet cum for me" she whispered through the screen, her voice barely audible yet dripping with desire. "Moan my name harder, baby."
"One of the hottest sights is to watch your man moan your name in pleasure'' she murmured to herself, her own desire growing with each sound that escaped his lips.
''Umm Nitya'' He grunted, his voice thick with longing, as he continued to build pressure on his throbbing shaft. With each stroke, he drew closer to the edge, his need for release was thick.
As he reached his climax, her image burned brightly in his mind, her presence consuming him entirely. With one final, desperate moan of her name, he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, his body shaking with the force of his release. His desperate moan of her name echoed through the room, sending shivers down Nitya's spine. At that moment, they were completely consumed by each other. At that moment, she was all he could think about, her name on his lips as he soared to unimaginable heights of pleasure.
4 days later
AUTHOR'S POV
It was the day of Maha Shivratri and the Shiva temple stood tall and majestic decorated with all the flowers that Mahadev loves. As Riddhaan stepped out of his car, the gentle breeze carried the scent of incense and the distant sound of temple bells, enveloping him in an atmosphere of purity.
He wore a simple white kurta, loose and comfortable on his wrist, and he had a new watch that shone in the sunlight. But what caught everyone's eye was the necklace around his neck. It was delicate and sparkled softly, showing how precious it was and why it won't be it was a gift from his precious,
With each step towards the temple, Riddhaan's eyes sparkled with love and devotion. Today was important; he had decided to fast for his precious and it made him happy inside. Yes it was the first time he was fasting, and he kept for his precious that too with the promise of not having a single drop of water the whole day.
As he climbed the stone steps to the temple, he took a deep breath and touched every stair chanting the mantra in his mind. When he reached the shrine of Lord Shiva, he bowed his head respectfully, feeling a mix of emotions as he prayed. He lit up the diya and placed it beside Mahadev. The flickering flame of the oil lamp cast dancing shadows across the walls of the temple.
''I want my Precious, Mahadev, please let her be in my arms always'' he wished for Mahadev, he bent to take the blessing of the god and the necklace that his precious gave him popped out of his neck, and touched the rose flower that was on the feet of the lingam and a few more flowers from the garland of Maa Parvati fell near his cheeks, touching them slowly. As he opened his eyes and collected the flowers, he took her blessing and thanked her for listening to his wish.
As soon as he was about to leave, the temple again opened up for commoners, and at the same time, a young woman adorned in a delicate pastel green saree made her way to the same temple. With each graceful step, she exuded an aura of serenity and beauty that seemed to radiate from within. She was lost in arranging everything in her in pooja thali but the wind was heavy suddenly a gentle gust of wind suddenly lifted a flower petal from Riddhaan's hand, carrying it to rest upon the woman's thali. She took the flower and looked in that direction and smiled, Riddhaan was on a call so he didn't notice her, he kept on walking in the woman's direction and the woman's smile kept growing wider.
Reaching near her by mistake he stepped on her saree's pallu, he didn't notice this and crossed the woman, while the woman stood there, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure, a knowing smile gracing her lips. Looking down she bent and touched the footprint of his and kept on her hand on her forehead.
She looked at the flower on the thali and touched her forehead and eye with it thanking the lord. ''He is here'' she whispered as she made her way inside the temple. Her black eyes, lined with kohl, sparkled with a deep inner light as she approached the Shiva lingam. With offerings of honey and curd, she expressed her devotion to the deity, her prayers filled with a profound sense of love and longing. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself completely to the divine presence.
"Aarvi" a familiar voice called out, interrupting her communion with the divine. Opening her eyes, she saw the smiling face of the temple priest, his eyes twinkling with warmth and understanding.
She approached him with a respectful bow, her eyes were sparkling brightly. "For how long you will ask him in your prayers" the priest remarked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"He is always in my prayers," she replied softly, her voice filled with unwavering devotion. "In every lifetime, in every dimension, I am his. As long as I have breath in my body, I am devoted to him."
The priest smiled warmly at her, his gaze reflecting a deep understanding of the devotion that burned within her heart. "Your dedication is truly admirable, my child" he said, his voice filled with reverence. "May your love for him have a destination in this lifetime" he blessed her as she touched his feet and smiled.
She is fasting for her devotion too, she wants him in every single lifetime but can never get him but she knows her devotion will make him the destiny to change the fate of the three of them. She has waited for him patiently across multiple lifetimes, yet their union remains scattered like a thread that is entangled in each other and the two points of them can never meet. However, she finds solace in the purity of her love, understanding the beauty of her devotion, still she couldn't make him hers but still, her heart belongs to only one person, it beats for only one and she has surrendered herself to him.
Her Devotion, Her Riddhaan
RIDDHAAN'S POV
In the evening I came back from the temple and started working immediately, today is MahaShivratri I wanted to keep fast for my precious, it's been days since I saw her, after our office session in the physical sense, I saw her daily through the cameras and we talk on video calls too, and nowadays she spends her most of the time in her phone and tablet, god knows what she sees. I wanted to know what interested her this much that she couldn't even lift her head from her phone to answer anyone, god forbid if it is a male species, because it that were true no one would save him from me.
Her father is literally a demon, he kept his security high so I couldn't meet my precious but little did he know I could breach his security in less than a minute but I still do not do it because of my precious I don't make a scene. But today I won't hold myself back, I don't know but I will break my fast with my precious, no matter what that demon dad of her has to say.
I wrapped up my work and wore a crisp white kurta, and a few rings, her neck chain is always on my neck and looking at myself in the mirror I left for her apartment. As I parked my car near her house, my heart quickened with anticipation, only to be met with an unexpected sight – another car pulling up beside mine, and from it emerged Advik, her brother. Yes, he is my lawyer too but I found out that he is her brother too which means he is my brother-in-law.
His presence took me by surprise, I waved him a hi, but he didn't reply and wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter, his gaze piercing through me as he posed the tension that hung heavy in the air. It was disrespectful of him to ignore my hi. I am a king for god sake, the demon dad throws me out every now and then like garbage, my brother-in-law ignores me, and the girl I love never confesses that she is into me but will claim me the next second she feels someone's eyes on me. What twisted in-laws I have got, but the best part is my precious comes in this package so I have to accept everyone.
But I let it slide, otherwise, how would I become a green flag? Yes ladies and gentlemen that is how you become a green flag. I have been reading a few articles that state how to become a green flag, and it was the fourth point that says to treat her family with respect. Though her demon dad doesn't deserve it but I need to be a green flag for her.
"I won't beat around the bush," he began, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and authority. "What are your intentions for my sister?"
I met his gaze head-on, undeterred by the intensity of his scrutiny. There was no room for falsehoods or half-truths – only honesty would calm his insecurity for me.
"Simple," I replied, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within me. "To surrender her, as Mahadev surrendered himself to Mata Parvati for eternity, I want to consume myself in her devotion"
The words spilled from my lips with a clarity that surprised even me, a promise to the depth of my words. At that moment, I knew without a doubt that my love for her crossed the barriers of time and space, boundless and eternal like the love between the divine couple. I have always been fond of Mahadev and Maa Paravati and I want to devotee myself to Nitya like Mahadev had devotee himself.
I looked at Advik who was thinking something, I thought like his father he was going to throw punches at me too. But then, to my surprise, his lips curved into a warm smile, and he reached out to pat my arm before pulling me into a tight embrace.
''You are such a big talker, but I liked it'' he said and I hugged him back, why do these boys have an obsession with hugging me, first Yuvaan and Ekansh and now him. Am I this charming, so why don't my charm work on VR he is ready to kill me any moment let alone a hug?
''You don't have any problem with me'' I questioned feeling suspicious as he accepted me instantly, won't he punch me like like his dad or something nor that I want him to fight with me but it is oddly suspicious.
''Nah, but I will still charge for your cases don't think I will do it for free as you are family now'' he said and I chuckled this family loots me too, first Risha and now him.
''And Risha already told me about your infamous Sri Lanka shenanigans'' he added, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I smiled sheepishly, I had become so famous all of a sudden.
"Treat her right, otherwise, you'll have to handle three devils," he warned, his tone lighthearted yet tinged with a hint of seriousness, three devils mean him, VR and Nitya herself. It was clear that beneath the playful banter, there was a genuine concern for her well-being.
''I will trust me'' I assured him, my voice filled with sincerity, and he hugged me again. God I have to bear these chipmunks for my whole life.
''Now wait I send her'' he said while going inside the apartment. I took a deep breath, stood there waiting for her, setting my hairs again and again, allowing myself to fully immerse in the beauty of the moment. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a feeling of excitement tinged with nervousness as I awaited her arrival.
And then, like a vision from a dream, she appeared before me, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling with warmth. Dressed in a simple yet elegant white suit, she was a vision of grace and beauty. A delicate pink dupatta draped over her shoulders added a touch of colour to her beauty, while the jhumkas dangling from her ears caught the fading light, casting shimmering reflections around her.
I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, at the way she effortlessly lit up the world around her. At that moment, I realized how fortunate I was to have her in my life. As she drew nearer, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if all the worries and anxieties of the world melted away in her presence.
She is indeed my precious
AVIRA'S POV
I was standing on the office elevator, surrounded by people, suddenly the lift opened up and Vardhaan walked in, she stood just beside me and we both were standing at the back. He is here because now he comes along with Nitya in this office because she is not well so most of the time he handles the work on her behalf, Riddhaan and he are still at each other throats but they are now habitual of each other. I haven't disclosed my relationship with him to anyone here. I am scared what would e Riddhaan's reaction.
But as the elevator jolted to a stop, I felt a sudden sensation that sent shockwaves through my body. Vardhaan's hand was under my skirt, tracing teasingly along my thigh, his touch igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain. I bit my lip ring to control myself and glared at him who was concentrating on the MacBook he had in his other hand.
Damn, this man is playing with me.
With a swift motion, he pulled down the hem of my panty, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his ministrations. I clamped my legs together, trying to save my panty from falling down. The people around us were unbothered as almost all of them had their earphones on, so they wouldn't hear a thing.
''Vardhaan no'' I mouthed pleading to him, he looked the dead straight in my eyes with a steely resolve, and his three fingers plunged deeper inside me with a confident thrust. My eyes rolled back but he was still working on his MacBook while pumping his finger in and out on me, in no time I could feel myself coming on his hand. My head fell back against the wall of the elevator, my body arching towards him in a silent plea for more.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume me whole. I bit down on my lip, drawing blood as I fought to contain the moans that bubbled up from deep within me.
I looked around to see all the employees had already left and it was just me and him now, I glared at him while he just licked the juices on his hand.
Frustration bubbled up inside me as I turned to face Vardhaan, my voice trembling with desires. "This is my workplace," I protested, my words falling on deaf ears as he brushed them aside with a dismissive wave. But he only shrugged, his lips curving into a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. "Who cares?" he replied, his voice deep and husky with desire.
His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, as if seeking to overpower me. I responded eagerly, surrendering to the storm of emotions raging between us. Desperately we removed every fabric from over bodies, he pressed the elevator to be on the top floor, and now the whole office was empty only we both left. He gave me a devilish grin, his lips crashing against my neck in a rough and demanding kiss leaving his marks all over. I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the irresistible pull of desire as the elevator continued its ascent, carrying us ever closer to the inevitable consequences of our forbidden passion.
With a growl of frustration, Vardhaan lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the nearest surface. His hands roamed hungrily over my body, leaving me breathless with desire, and in one powerful thrust he was inside me raming my body as we lost in pleasure.
NITYA'S POV
My phone buzzed with a text from Riddhaan, I couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. This man never failed to surprise me with his unpredictable antics, and today seemed to be no exception.
Today was Mahashivratri, a day of fasting and prayer for Advik and Tripti. I had heard from Ekansh in the morning that Riddhaan was also fasting, which made me restless and I end up starving myself. It wasn't that I was fasting for him; I just wasn't feeling hungry today. Still, the thought of him refraining from food and water made me uneasy.
As I draped my dupatta over my shoulder and adorned myself with the jhumkas Riddhaan had gifted me, memories flooded my mind it was a gift from him. I admired the jhumkas Riddhaan had gifted me but the problem is they are thousands in number, to be precise 5405, that had left me speechless. What would I do with these many jhumkas when I don't even wear Indian outfits frequently? I had argued with him about their practicality, but he had simply shrugged it off, insisting that they were now mine to do with as I pleased.
Today, I wore a white suit with a pink floral dupatta, matching Riddhaan's kurta. I had seen him wear that kurta before, even praying to his Mahadev while silently asking for me in his prayers. The realization of his love for me was expressed even in his prayers, did he love me this much that I am in his prayers too?
As I walked, I encountered Advik blocking my path, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he remarked about Riddhaan waiting for me outside. My lips pressed tightly together, rendering me speechless in response to his teasing.
"Your lover boy is waiting for you outside," he mumbled, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. "Relax," he reassured me, "go with him. If Dad comes, I'll handle him. And I like my brother-in-law."
A smile crept on my face and I continued on my way, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached Riddhaan. He looked hot in a white kurta that hugged his body perfectly, with its two buttons open and rolled sleeves. The glow in his face makes him more mesmerising, his face has that boyish grin still the manly features are dominant.
''What are you doing here'' I mumble, he replies with words, instead, he envelops me in a warm embrace, pulling me close against his chest. For the first time, I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was beating for me.
''Sit in the car, we need to go somewhere'' he said and opened the car gate for me.
Too bossy for my liking so I ignored him and he sighed.
''Precious, please sit on the car, I want to take you somewhere'' he said, his tone less commanding this time, more pleading. I looked at him for a moment, then relented, nodding silently as I slid into the passenger seat.
He held the door and collected my suit, while gently brushing his fingers on my feet he deliberately kept his finger on my feet longer than some seconds and then touched his finger to my forehead while closing his eyes. I wondered what he was doing before I could ask, it is a sign of taking a blessing but why would he take my blessing maybe I misinterpreted his action. He closed the door behind me with a gentle click before making his way to the driver's side.
As our car came to a stop, I found myself in awe of the majestic sight before me -a grand palace, illuminated by the gentle embrace of the moonlight. He gracefully opened the car door, his hand extended in a silent invitation. Without hesitation, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to guide me.
Entering the palace, I was struck by its grandeur. Everywhere I looked, there was magnificence beyond my wildest dreams. The entire place glowed with warm, golden light, making it feel like stepping into a fairy tale. Above, chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting beautiful patterns on the shiny marble floor below. Soft curtains adorned the tall windows, swaying gently in the breeze and adding to the royal feel. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and incense, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Every inch of the palace was decorated with priceless art, like fancy paintings and shiny statues, each telling stories of riches and power. The floors were so shiny, they reflected everything around like mirrors, making the whole place sparkle even more.
Did he book the whole palace, as all the CEOs do for their girl? But again he is a king so it might be he owns it.
He led me to a beautifully decorated table set for two, where the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over everything, creating a magical atmosphere that felt straight out of a fairy tale. A fairy tale-one that I never imagined I would be a part of.
He pulled out a chair for me, and I sank into it with a sense of awe, feeling like a queen on her throne. But just as I was about to sit down, he surprised me by taking a seat himself, and then pulling me onto his lap with a playful grin.
"So, a date huh?" I quipped, my voice laced with amusement as I teased him. "But you haven't asked for it, properly Mr. Shekhawat," I added, a playful glint shining in my eyes. His response was immediate, his voice dripping with a husky allure that sent shivers down my spine.
''I don't believe in words, precious I prefer actions'' he murmured, his voice low and husky as he reached out to trace the contours of my face with gentle fingers. I couldn't help but be captivated by the intensity in his eyes, the raw passion simmering beneath the surface. And as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with mine, I felt myself getting lost in the depths of his gaze.
''It's Mahashivratri and I kept a fast for you, so can you please do the honour of breaking my fast'' he said and I smiled in a knowing smile in no time in front of me every vegetarian decision was being presented. In the quiet of the moment, I observed him closely. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, his feelings vocal and transparent. Unlike him, I struggled to express myself, concealing my emotions behind a mask of silence and denial.
But deep inside I know he is healing something he never broke
''Why do you keep the fast for me'' I questioned though I still knew the answer yet I wanted to be in my denial.
''You are aware of the answer, precious, but still want to be in denial'' He said and I nodded I can't deny what I have for him. There is an unknown pull that binds both of us and I cannot resist it.
With a gentle sigh, I reached for the bowl of chilled kheer adorned with delicate rose petals. Riddhaan adjusted me onto his lap, positioning me on his left side as he gazed at me with adoration. As I brought the spoonful of kheer towards his lips, he surprised me by gently pushing it back, urging me to eat first. It was a simple gesture yet it was making my heart flutter. Taking a small bite, I savoured the sweet taste of the kheer, my eyes never leaving his.
As I held the spoon out to him, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss. And as he accepted the offering, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spreading through my chest. I kept feeding him, and at the end, he held me in his arms and said he needed to take me something.
We reached the place he wanted to take me and I saw a huge ice cream truck there I looked at him raising my brow to question him. He shrugged off and kept walking and stopped and in front of the truck, there were tons of ice cream.
A memory of my childhood flashed in front of my eyes, whenever Vani used to ask for ice cream, my whole family used to bring every flavour for her, but as always I was been ignored by everyone. She was served with the best flavours of ice cream and I was deprived even with a simple chocobar. I had long forgotten the taste of ice cream, the bitterness of those memories overshadowing any desire for its sweetness. Though I can afford as much Ice cream as I want now, there is no point in having them as what's the point I wanted them as a kid but not now.
''Precious, tell me your favourite flavour'' his voice broke through the memories, pulling me back to the present. I turned to look at him, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity as he awaited my response. He asked me which flavour I wanted to have. A simple question for everyone but a question that was not asked me.
''I never had an ice cream before'' I answered, he looked at me and widened his eyes but didn't utter a single word.
''This is all for you, take a single bite from everyone and have the one which tempts you more'' he said and I was not sure what having it, but then I remembered he didn't have anything from morning too.
I took a bite of a few different flavours and decided to get a Triple Chocolate Ricotta Ice Cream, the man served us our ice cream and we took me to a cliff, from the whole of Jaipur looked so beautiful. We both sat on a stone again I was in his lap, eating our ice creams.
He is obsessed with making me sit in his lap again and again.
''You know from childhood I always wanted to play the role of a princess in an animated movie, like Tangled and Frozen, a princess who lives in a castle and fights with the dragon, told seeing your palace I remember that stupid wish of mine'' I spoke laughing at my own thought, I was so stupid to think this. He looked at me with very intense eyes and locked his hands with mine.
''It might be a wish for you but it is a command for me precious'' he whispered and I didn't exactly understand his words I let it slide, keeping my head on his shoulder we watched as the moon floated in the sky.
AUTHORS' POV
A brightly lit studio with a backdrop featuring the show's logo. Savi Maheshwari, a young woman, and princess of the Maheshwari family, sits confidently across from the interviewer. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as the interview begins. The camera pans across the studio, capturing the anticipation in the air as viewers eagerly await the start of the live interview. The hum of activity can be heard in the background as production crew members make final adjustments to lighting and sound equipment.
Interviewer: "Savi, you've been spotted at the Shekhawat household quite often. Can you clarify the nature of your relationship with them?"
Savi Maheshwari: "Sure. I consider them close friends, like family."
Interviewer: "But there's talk of something more between you and Mr. Shekhawat. Care to comment?"
Savi Maheshwari: "Absolutely. I admire him a lot and see myself as Mrs. Riddhaan Veer Shekhawat one day."
Interviewer: "So, you're saying there's a romantic interest?"
Savi Maheshwari: "Yes, I believe in our future together. I will be Mrs. Shekhawat someday, and when the marriage is on the cards you all will know."
With this, she laughed and the interview bid be the audience ending the show, not knowing she unwilling trapped herself in the biggest web of traps. If Riddhaan is obsessed with his precious then Nitya is too obsessed with here Tesoro. Watching Savi on the screen, her heart pounded with fury. She couldn't stand the idea of anyone else trying to take what belonged to her, her Tesoro, her precious.
Nitya's hands clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms as anger surged through her veins. All rational thoughts vanished, replaced by a burning desire for possessiveness for her Tesoro. She felt like a volcano ready to erupt, her entire being consumed by the need to claim what was hers.
Nitya's fingers clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms as she watched Savi's laughter dance across the screen blushing at the last mention of her Tesoro. At that moment, a single thought consumed her mind: destroying Savi Maheshwari.
The same day, Midnight
NITYA'S POV
I gently brushed his hair as his mouth was latched onto my breast, sucking it in his sleep. Despite his hulk body, he was like a baby when it came to seeking comfort from my bosom. It was an obsession of his for my boobs that I found both endearing and amusing. Dad is still at home, but he sneaked into my room with the help of Risha and Tripti. He looked so tired and wanted to sleep and that is his way of sleeping, did he have some kind of mommy issues maybe that is why he behaves like this with me.
The room was filled with the soft, gentle glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. I knew all too well about his obsession with me, his relentless need to watch my every move through the countless cameras he had strategically placed around the house. Did he really think I hadn't noticed? But what he didn't know was that I had my own secrets, my own ways of keeping tabs on him.
My fingers toyed with the delicate necklace draped around his neck, a gift from me, concealing a tiny camera that captured his every breath, every move. It was my turn to play the game, to push the boundaries of obsession.
A smirk danced across my lips as I reflected on the irony of the situation. He may think he's the only one capable of stalking, but he had severely underestimated me. If it was a game of obsession, then I was willing to play, to cross lines I never thought possible.
With each passing moment, he became more than just an obsession; he was an intoxication, a drug coursing through my veins. His madness, his insanity-it was all for me, a twisted declaration of love that I couldn't resist.
And as I curled his hair more looking at his charming face, bathed in the moonlight, I knew that he was slowly becoming a permanent possession in my life, a dark obsession that I would be addicted to forever. He was insane, and his insanity was just for me.
''Uff'' A soft hiss escaped my lips as he shifted slightly, his grip tightening around me as he bit down on my bud. I winced but suppressed any urge to disturb his rest. With a gentle touch, I stroked his hair, coaxing him back into a peaceful slumber.
As I continued to stroke his hair, I felt a vibration from my phone indicating a notification. With a smirk, I softly removed my breast from his mouth, careful not to wake him, and gently slid out of the bed, leaving him to sleep peacefully on his stomach. I had business to attend to, and I couldn't afford any distractions.
Attempting to put on my bra, I winced as a hiss escaped my lips. My breasts were swollen from his special attention to them, making the act of wearing a bra uncomfortable. With a frustrated sigh, I ditched the bra and instead pulled on a loose top over a blazer before quietly leaving the room.
Arriving at the location, I entered a warehouse where the sounds of a woman's ear-piercing screams echoed off the walls. The sound grated on my nerves, filling me with a sense of irritation. Stepping further into the warehouse, I spotted a woman tied to a chair, her cries filling the air as tears streamed down her face. It was Savi Maheshwari, the same woman who had attempted to claim my man in front of the media.
''Hey Miss" I called out with a smirk as I approached her, my voice cutting through her sobs. "Who are you?" she managed to choke out, fear flickering in her eyes.
"The woman of the man you were claiming as yours just a few hours ago" I replied, my tone laced with venom.
"Riddhhan" she murmured softly, the mere mention of his name sending a surge of possessive rage coursing through my veins. How dare she utter his name? Only I had the right to speak it, to claim it as my own.
"The name you have spoken belongs to me" I hissed, a dangerous glint in my eyes. Only I had the right to utter his name, to lay claim to him in any form. Grabbing her jaw with a vice-like grip, I leaned in close, my nails digging into her skin. "The name you have taken belongs to me" I hissed through gritted teeth, my eyes burning with fury.
"He's mine! His grandfather fixed his marriage with me, so he is mine'' she protested desperately, her words only serving to stoke the flames of my fury. I smirked, a cold, calculated expression spreading across my features as I seized the opportunity to assert my dominance. She pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Look, I have the bangle of his name in my hand."
With a cruel smirk, I took a step back and retrieved a knife from my pocket. Without hesitation, I lunged forward, stabbing the blade through her hand, and pinning it to the chair with a sickening thud. A pained cry tore from her lips as blood pooled around the wound. A crimson blossom bloomed where the knife had struck, blood staining the fabric of her dress as she let out a guttural scream of agony.
I wasted no time in retrieving the bangle adorned with his name- from her wounded hand, wiping the blood from her dress, my fingers tracing the engraved letters with possessive satisfaction.
"If this bangle bears his name" I spoke calmly, "then it rightfully belongs in my possession." I declared, my voice ice-cold. The bangle adorned with his name- from her wounded hand, wiping the blood from her dress, my fingers tracing the engraved letters with possessive satisfaction. With a swift motion, I sliced through her flesh, freeing the bangle from her wrist and smearing it with her blood.
Ignoring her cries, I approached her, my eyes fixed on the bangle clutched in her trembling hand. With a cruel smile, I seized her wrist and tore the bangle from her grasp, crimson droplets splattering onto the concrete floor.
"How does it look now?" I taunted, holding up the bangle for her to see, a twisted smile playing on my lips. It was a sickening display of dominance, a reminder of who truly held power over him, fear that danced in her tear-filled eyes. "Perfect, don't you think?"
"By the way, choose one, sweetie" I murmured, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I watched her blood flow steadily from the wound I had inflicted. Time was running out for her, yet she would not meet her end so easily, not until she understood the consequences of challenging me, of daring to lay claim to what was mine.
As I removed my blazer, revealing the marks of his passion adorning my skin, I could see her gaze flicker to the hickies with a mixture of envy and despair. It was a satisfying sight, knowing that she could or never anyone could have him as I do.
"Would you rather lose your tongue by devouring acid or want me to chop it off for you?" I offered, my voice dripping with pride. The choice was hers, but either way, her fate was sealed.
"I don't have much time, my Tesoro must be waiting for me" I continued, my tone cold and dismissive. My Tesoro was waiting for me, and I had no intention of keeping him waiting any longer. Yet, even as I spoke of my urgency, a part of me revealed in the fear that danced in her eyes, in the knowledge that she would soon learn the consequences of crossing me.
Urgency pulsed through my veins as I glanced at the woman bound before me. She trembled, fear evident in her wide eyes because she knew what consequences awaiting her. With a cruel smirk, I decided her fate in an instant. Without hesitation, I seized her tongue, ripping it from her mouth with a brutal force. A pained cry escaped her lips as blood gushed from the gaping wound. But her death was not swift enough for me.
Yet, I was not finished. With a needle and thread, I meticulously stitched the words "He is mine" onto her collarbone, a permanent reminder of the consequences of crossing me. It was a warning to all who dared to challenge my obsession for him, it was a declaration of ownership over my Tesoro.
After ordering my men, to dispose of her dead body I returned home and he was there, still lost in the realm of sleep, his form peaceful as he lay on his stomach. With a sense of urgency and desire coursing through me, I swiftly changed into more comfortable attire, stripping away my top and leaving my upper body bare.
Slipping into bed beside him, I felt a surge of warmth as his strong arms enveloped me, pulling me close to his chest. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the depths of sleep still evident in his gaze as he murmured my name in his deep, raspy voice and asked where I was. I replied softly, telling him I had been in the washroom. He simply hummed in response and wrapped his arms around my waist.
''I was missing them'' he mumbled gazing at my tits, his lips curving into a lazy smile as he drew me closer, his mouth finding its way to my breast once again. The sensation sent shivers down my spine as he sucked gently, his touch igniting a fire within me.
I felt an overwhelming sense of devotion, a willingness to do anything to keep him close. If it meant destroying everything, even burning the whole world down, I would do it without hesitation. For he was my Tesoro, my everything, and I would stop at nothing, no one could come between him and me.
He is my obsession, my addiction and I would endure any torment for just a glimpse of his smile even if it means dancing in the flames of hell as the result of having him only for me.
Hey everyone... here's the new update and I already mentioned before that my laptop software had crashed and it wasn't working and still you guys keep asking for the updates... kaha see karu yaar update laptop nahi hai mere pass ab.. new lena padega and phone see into typing nahi kar skti me.. its nearly impossible.
And this chapter is the longest chapter I have written with more than 13k+ words... can you all just please appreciate my fingers and my mental stability after writing the whole chapter on my phone because of the autocorrects, like likhna Rana chahti hu and autocorrect Ride suggest kr rha hai vaise I don't mind riding Rana jii.. but still yaar....
Chalo now finally you guys read the chapter and drop your comments, and for next chapter I want to set a target. 500+ vote on each chapter including this one and I know its not that hard for you all, jab vies 2 or 3 k cross kr sakte hai to why not votes... so yeah complete the target fast for the new chapter.