My Devil
“You don’t own me.”
A devilish smirk appears on his face as he closes the distance between us, pressing his body into mine.
“Say that again, and I swear I will kiss you until the only thing you can think about is my lips on yours.”
I know that when he says something, he means it. He will definitely do it. So, I decide not to argue anymore.
“I fucking mean it, Naina. You are mine, and soon, I will mark every inch of your body as mine.”
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Aarav Singh Sehgal—the devil of my life. My senior. The truth I never wanted to face. My nightmare. The dark reality I wish I could escape.
All he wants is to claim me—my soul, my body. He wants to become ‘The Owner of My Soul.’
