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Summary

#๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง consumed hearts : ๐๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐š ๐Š๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ซ was never meant to fall for ๐€๐๐ก๐ข๐ค ๐’๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐š. He was her childhood rival, a middle-class boy who spent nights at his brotherโ€™s restaurant and days teasing her. Yet somewhere between the heat of his sizzlers and the sweetness of her baking, desire grew into something far stronger. She thought they had forever. Until the night her father took him away. Broken, grieving, Natasha tried to escape the cage of her familyโ€™s wealth. But her fatherโ€™s most trusted man had other plans. ๐”๐ญ๐ค๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก ๐‘๐š๐ข๐ณ๐š๐๐š wasnโ€™t her savior, he was her captor. Obsession dripped from every word, every touch, every claim he made over her body and soul. Natasha believed her story had ended she was just a captive, a wife to someone she loathed. She didnโ€™t know it was only beginning.

Genre
Erotica
Author
amaya
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

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โ€ข P R O L O G U E โ€ข


Attraction, Desire.


That was all Natasha Kapoor once thought her childhood rival meant to herโ€”six years older than her, impossible to ignore. She remembered the way his laughter cut through her anger, the way his presence lingered long after he left.

Those memories clung to her like smoke, making it impossible to breathe as she sat on the haldi stage. Turmeric dusted her skin in gold, but her eyes burned with rage. Across the courtyard, her father, Ankush Kapoor, laughed with the man who never left his side, his shadow, her bodyguard.

Her hand drifted to her stomach, trembling. โ€œYour papa isnโ€™t here tonight, baby. The words cracked inside her. My own family blame me. They think I ruined everything.โ€

The bottle of sleeping pills dug into her palm as if daring her to choose.

She rose quietly, step by step, until the noise of celebration faded behind her. Inside her room, silence smothered her. She twisted the cap, breath shivering, ready to escape it allโ€”

When the lights went out.

A hand slid around her waist.

She gasped, clutching the wrist. Cold metal pressed against her skin, the familiar weight of a white-gold bracelet, one her father had crafted for those he trusted most.

Her fatherโ€™s bodyguard. โ€œKya kar rahe hai aapโ€ฆ chhodiye hume!โ€ Natasha cried, thrashing. (What are you doing? Let me go!)

His lips brushed her cheek. She froze.

โ€œHumne kaha tha na aapko, humari ijazat ke bina aap yeh ghar nahi chhod sakti? Aur aap zindagi chhodne chali? Itni majal aapki??โ€ His voice was deep, mocking.

(I warned you, didnโ€™t I? You canโ€™t leave this house without my permission. And now youโ€™re trying to leave this life?)

โ€œAapki shaadi humse hogi. Na us se jise aap chahti thi, na us se jise aapke papa ne chuna.โ€ He smeared haldi across her collarbone, his touch marking her, his. The pill bottle slipped from her grip, clattering to the floor.

(You will get married to me. Not the one you loved, not the one your father chose.)

He pressed something cold into her hand. A gun.

โ€œDo you know what this is?โ€ His whisper cut into her ear. โ€œThis is what ended your love story, princess.โ€

Natashaโ€™s breath shattered. The chains around her werenโ€™t cause of her father.

They were Utkarsh Raizadaโ€™s.

And she was his addiction. Mrs. Utkarsh Raizada.