Prologue ❤️
“Ranvi… please… open the door… you know I’m scared of thunderstorms… please…” Her voice trembled, fragile and desperate.
He didn’t move at first, a dark smirk curling on his lips. “Oh… are you?”
“Please…” she whispered again, shivering against the cold glass.
“You should have thought of the consequences of slapping Ranvir Rathore,” he said, low, sharp, each word slicing through her like ice.
“And you… you were the one talking about my character!” she spat back, voice trembling with defiance.
“Because… you deceived me,” he growled, voice low, dangerous, eyes black with fury.
Lightning split the sky, thunder roaring in reply.
“I didn’t! I swear!” she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks, desperation breaking through her fear.
He smirked, almost amused, and sank onto the chair by the glass door, whiskey in hand, the storm casting shadows across his face.
Another lightning strike.
Her knees buckled.
The cold, the fear, the fury in his gaze—it was too much.
She screamed, and darkness swallowed her.
He moved through the pouring rain, dark hair plastered to his forehead, coat clinging to his broad frame.
With steady, deliberate hands, he lifted her effortlessly from the ground, holding her close against him as if she were the most fragile thing in the world.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice low, hypnotic, dangerous. “Mine to touch… mine to love… mine to hate. And this… is just the start.”
