The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move.๏ปฟ
"Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close.
"I gave you time. Space."
His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim.
"Now I take what's mine."
He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance.
He doesn't ask. He decides.
And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him.
And somewhere in the future-
She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final.
"Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me."
she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap"
she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.."
This is not romantic love story..
It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion...
...and escape may have never been an option.
He didn't fall for her.
He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Mature themes
explicit sexual content
Marriage trope
Frequent intimate scenes between married partners
Strong language / profanity
Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy
Power dynamics within a relationship
Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors
Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress
THIS STORY CONTAIN EXPLICIT MATURE SCENES [18+]
The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move.
"Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close.
"I gave you time. Space."
His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim.
"Now I take what's mine."
He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance.
He doesn't ask. He decides.
And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him.
And somewhere in the future-
She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final.
"Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me."
she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap"
she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.."
This is not romantic love story..
It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion...
...and escape may have never been an option.
He didn't fall for her.
He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Mature themes
explicit sexual content
Marriage trope
Frequent intimate scenes between married partners
Strong language / profanity
Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy
Power dynamics within a relationship
Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors
Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress
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