Vrishabha pvo///

"I'll make it simple for you one or two. Pick one."

The man holding the gun smirked. "We don’t have all day."

I turned to my father, desperation clawing at my throat. He would stop this. He had to stop this.

But then, he spoke.

"One."

And in that moment, my world burned.

BOM!

The gunshot rang through my head, yanking me out of the nightmare I had seen a thousand times. The soft breath against my naked chest makes me feel relaxed and warm.

Brown.

She was caged in my arms, exactly where she belonged.

Her breath ghosted over my skin, her legs tangled with mine, her warmth seeping into me like an addiction I’d never escape. I held her tighter. I didn’t know how to hold it gently. I didn’t know how to love without possessing, without owning.

Her skin was warm, delicate too delicate for someone like me.

Avani was my one and only weakness. The only thing I couldn’t afford to lose. If she left, I would tear the world apart looking for her.

And if someone tried to take her from me… again I would make sure they never breathed again.

She is mine.

Forever.

But she doesn't remember me.

The thought alone made my grip tighten on her waist.

But I do. I remember everything.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, her soft breath fanning against my skin, completely unaware of the chaos she ignited within me.

Her mouth was slightly open, lips parted as if inviting a sin I was more than willing to commit.

My fingers twitched as I reached for the strands of hair sprawled over her face. With the slightest touch, I moved them away, and for a second, I just stared.

Fuck! How can someone be this beautiful?

The sunlight spilled over her face, It made her glow, casting a golden halo around her.

Her brown skin, flawless under the morning light, But it was her deep, innocent eyes that held me captive.

They were hypnotic, pulling me into their depths, daring me to uncover every secret she tried to bury.

And I would.

Because she is mine. Every thought. Every breath. Every part of her mine to own, mine to keep, mine to never let go.

She stirred, her body shifting against mine as her eyelashes fluttered. Brown met gray.

I watched as she blinked slowly, confusion clouding her gaze as she tried to piece together where she was, what had happened. And then, that soft, broken whisper.

"Sorry."

The only thing she had been saying since last night. Over and over.

Guilt clung to her like a second skin, weighing her down. She thought she had hurt me. I know it is not intentional, She, who wouldn’t even harm an ant.

Too soft. Too kind. Too pure. Too damn good for a monster like me.

She feared me. Thought I would punish her for the stupid spicy food. If only she knew...

If only she knew that even if she put a bullet in me, I’d take it with a smile because it would be from her.

Her hands had trembled when she made me take that damn spicy food. She after that tried to feed me soup, but my taste buds were ruined, burning, useless.

And yet, the only thing that had soothed me was... her lips.

I had pulled her into me, wrapped her up in my arms, let her warmth sink into my fevered body.

Now, the golden sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her face, making her skin glow like honey. My thumb traced her lower lip, pressing against its softness.

"Shhh," I whispered, my voice was rough, I don't know how to do it gently.

She shivered beneath my touch, her breath hitching. The way her body responded to me.

She still wasn’t used to my touch. Still trembled under my fingers.

And I liked it.

Loved it.

Her lips pink, swollen, slightly parted as if they were made for me. Inviting, tempting, taunting.

Mine.

A second. That’s all it took for me to snap.

Before I could think, before I could stop myself.

I crushed my mouth against hers, swallowing the sharp gasp that slipped from her lips. Soft. Too soft for someone like me. But I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be.

Possessive. Starved. Desperate.

Because I couldn’t hold back. Not when it came to her. Not when she was the only thing in my mind of all time.

She tried to pull back maybe from shock, maybe from fear but I didn’t let her. My fingers curled into her hair, fisting it as I tilted her head back, deepening the kiss.

She tasted sweet, warm, and addictive. Like something I would destroy just to keep.

My teeth grazed her lower lip, tugging, and punishing. A whimper left her throat, and I swallowed it, my tongue sliding past her lips, demanding, taking.

She shivered. Her body pressed against mine, small, delicate mine to ruin, mine to protect.

I break the kiss when she is out of breath.

As I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, my muscles slowly relaxed. A drug. A curse. My only salvation.

I bit down, earning a soft whimper from her lips. I soothed the mark with my tongue, claiming, branding owning.

Then a knock.

Avani tensed. Her fingers, which had been gripping my shirt, twitched before she tried to push me away.

I exhaled sharply, my jaw tightening as I held her in place. Not now. Not when I finally have her like this.

Another knock. Louder. Sharper.

Avani hurriedly slipped from my grasp, putting distance between us. Wrong move, little dove.

I leaned back against the bed, my expression unreadable, but my eyes never left hers.

She was breathing fast, avoiding my gaze, pretending like she wasn’t just melting in my arms.

A smirk pulled at my lips.

As she walked toward the door, my eyes followed, tracing the way my shirt hung loosely on her frame. Too damn tempting.

She never touched my clothes after  my warning. And how badly I wanted to rip that shirt off her.

She reached for the door. The moment it opened, I saw Arati standing there.

She turned to me, her gaze questioning, but I barely registered her words.

Arati stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning me before flicking toward Avani. A second of silence, then she turned back to me, her brows furrowing.

"How’s your health?" she asked, softer this time, concern laced in her voice.

I rolled my shoulders. "Good."

She sighed, arms crossing over her chest. "You look tired, bhai. Are you even resting properly?"

I didn’t answer. Rest wasn’t something I had the luxury of not when there were things to handle.

She exhaled, already knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. Instead, her tone shifted, firmer now. "You’re not going anywhere today. It’s my mehndi, and you’re staying home."

She was my little sister. Her happiness mattered. But my presence here wasn’t just for her. Nalini was the main reason.

Once I got what I wanted, I wouldn’t set foot in this place again.

"I can’t," I said, "I have work."

Her lips pressed into a pout, frustration evident in her narrowed gaze. "You always do this. Everyone leaves. Now, you too."

"I’ll be back before the ceremony."

Her frown shifted into a victorious smirk, as if she knew she had won. But then, her gaze slid past me, and that mischief returned.

She turned to Avani, a teasing glint in her eyes. "By the way, bhabhi... that mark on your neck suits you."

Avani’s breath hitched. Her fingers flew to her throat, her face burning as she struggled to find words.

Arati grinned and winked at me before stepping back. "Fine, go. But if you’re not back on time, I’ll come drag you myself."

And then, she left.

The second the door shut, Avani let out a breath, trying to step away, but I caught her wrist, yanking her back into me.

"Running away?" I murmured, my lips brushing her ear.

Her lashes fluttered, her breath uneven. "I-I wasn’t--"

I didn’t let her finish.

In one swift motion, I lifted her, her gasp swallowed by my mouth as I claimed what was mine.

And the shirt? Gone.

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