The room was wrapped in darkness, except for the soft silver glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The pale light traced their faces, casting shadows that flickered with every breath.

Naina's fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly, her heart pounding inside her chest. Fear was a familiar feeling to her-especially when it came to touch.

But Ishaan's gaze...

That intoxicating, possessive hunger in his eyes made it impossible for her to look away. It was overwhelming, suffocating-yet something deep inside her refused to run. Refused to fight it.

Ishaan exhaled slowly, his movements unhurried as he reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it off. Darkness swallowed the room, but the moonlight remained, painting silver outlines of their forms.

They could still see each other.

And neither of them looked away.

Naina took a deep breath, for the first time realizing something terrifying.

Even if she said nothing... even if she didn't move...

Her body would betray her.

Because every time Ishaan touched her, something inside her melted, no matter how much she tried to resist.

She could never understand why.

Why her body responded so instinctively to him. Why the thought of his obsession scared her-yet made her pulse race in ways she couldn't explain.

Ishaan walked forward, his steps soundless, his presence unavoidable.

He sat at the edge of the bed, his feet still touching the ground, while Naina lay beside him, watching him carefully.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he reached for her hand.

His fingers slid over hers-warm, steady, unshakable.

Slowly, he intertwined them, threading his fingers between hers, his touch firm yet patient.

It was an unspoken assurance.

Her breathing, which had been heavy with nerves, slowed just a little.

But the fear didn't vanish. Not completely. It still lingered somewhere deep inside her-silent, but present.

Ishaan noticed.

He always noticed.

His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper as he asked, "Will you show yourself to me?"

Naina didn't answer.

But her eyes...

Her eyes held a different kind of fear now.

A fear that wasn't just about Ishaan anymore.

A fear of herself.

She remained still, watching him, lying beneath him in the quietest moment she had ever experienced.

Then, after a long pause, Naina slowly pushed herself up from the bed, sitting upright before him.

Ishaan's fingers remained locked with hers. His breathing remained steady, but his gaze-it devoured her.

His wild, darkened eyes never left hers, as if he was watching something precious yet forbidden.

And then, without a word, Naina blinked once and lowered her gaze.

Her left hand trembled slightly as she reached up to the strap of her dress on her left shoulder.

With slow, deliberate movements, she slid it down.

Ishaan's gaze flickered.

His eyes dropped from her face to her shoulder, watching the fabric slip against her skin.

For the first time, he looked... surprised.

Not because of what she was doing-but because she was the one doing it.

Something deep in his chest clenched.

Because she wasn't just surrendering.

She was choosing him.

Naina slowly lifted her gaze, her dark eyes locking onto Ishaan's.

And this time, he saw it.

Acceptance.

Not fear. Not just surrender. But a quiet, undeniable acceptance.

She wasn't resisting anymore. She wasn't just letting him touch her-she wanted him to.

Something inside Ishaan snapped.

His grip on her hand tightened slightly, as if grounding himself, before he moved closer-close enough to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.

Naina didn't flinch. She just kept looking at him, her eyes still holding traces of fear, but now mixed with something else-something deeper.

Ishaan shifted. He let go of her hand with his right and took it in his left instead, freeing his right hand to slide down, slowly, until it found its place on her waist.

The moment his fingers pressed into her skin, her breathing hitched.

A shuddering inhale. A slight tremble.

But she didn't pull away.

Ishan's fingers tightening just a little as he gently pulled her closer-not forcefully, but with a quiet, commanding authority that made her follow without question.

Her body, her movements-they were already his.

Naina's left hand instinctively found its place on his shoulder, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt.

And then, as if seeking something-anything-to steady herself, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

She could feel the heat of his skin.

Could hear the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart.

She turned slightly, her face brushing against his neck before she finally tilted her head and looked up.

She wanted him to say something. Anything.

She needed words, needed his voice to anchor her. To make sense of this overwhelming, dizzying feeling spreading through her veins.

And Ishaan... he was losing himself.

The girl who had driven him insane from the first moment he saw her-the one he had claimed as his, had fought for, had burned for-was finally here.

She was finally his.

And she wanted to be.

His fingers flexed against her waist, sending a cold shiver down his spine as he leaned in. His lips were just inches from her ear when he finally whispered-

"Who has the right to claim you?"

Her breath caught.

Her face was still buried against his neck, but his words-his deep, possessive voice-wrapped around her like an unbreakable chain.

A silence stretched between them.

Seconds felt like hours.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, she exhaled.

A soft, shaky breath.

And in the quietest voice, barely more than a whisper, she finally answered...

"You."

Ishaan felt Naina's words imprint themselves into his soul. He exhaled, a breath filled with satisfaction, and gently laid her down on the bed.

There was something in her eyes now-pain, sorrow... and acceptance.

Lowering himself beside her, Ishaan pressed a long, lingering kiss to her forehead. Naina shut her eyes, and the tears she had been holding back finally slipped free. Silent, unrestrained, and filled with everything she had never allowed herself to express.

She wanted to let go of this fear. She wanted to free herself. And she knew-only Ishaan could make that happen. He was the only one who would ever touch her with a love so untainted, so reverent, especially after knowing her pain.

Ishaan lifted his head, his lips just a breath away from hers, and whispered, "You are mine...Naina."

Naina inhaled shakily, a small sniffle escaping her. Ishaan reached up, his fingers brushing against her damp cheeks, wiping away the tears with a tenderness she never thought he was capable of.

Ishaan hovered over Naina, his presence consuming every inch of space between them. His touch, slow and deliberate, traced along her body with a tenderness that made her shiver. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the weight of his gaze, the silent promises woven into every movement.

His left hand held hers firmly, grounding her, assuring her. It was as if he was telling her-You're safe with me. Naina, slowly melting into his touch, let out a shaky breath. Ishaan leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. It was gentle, almost teasing, but filled with unspoken longing.

Then, he deepened the kiss, claiming her lips fully. His tongue sought entrance, and after a brief hesitation, Naina parted her lips slightly. Ishaan took that as an invitation, a silent surrender. His kiss grew deeper, more intense, as if making up for all the time he had waited for her.

His hands explored with reverence, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of her. There was no rush, no force-only the overwhelming need to feel her, to make her his in the way that mattered the most.

Ishaan's hand trailed down slowly, tracing the delicate contours of her body until it halted just below her chest. Naina's breath hitched, her body freezing for a moment. A nervous shiver ran through her, uncertainty flickering in her half-closed eyes.

Sensing her hesitation, Ishaan didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of reassurance into it. His lips moved against hers with unshaken patience, as if silently telling her-You don't have to fear me.

Naina, still breathless, felt the intensity of his touch, his need, his careful restraint. He wasn't rushing her-he was waiting for her to trust him, to surrender on her own terms.

Ishaan's fingers slowly traced delicate patterns over her chest, his touch featherlight yet possessive. A shiver ran down Naina's spine as his hand explored her softness, claiming her in a way that was both gentle and unyielding.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he cupped her fully, his palm molding around her warmth. A deep sigh escaped his lips, as if relishing the feeling of having her so close, so entirely his.

Naina, small and fragile in comparison, felt like she was drowning in his touch-overwhelmed, yet unable to pull away. Because despite the uncertainty twisting in her chest, one thing was painfully clear.

She belonged to him. And he knew it too.

Slowly, Ishaan let his hand trail back down, his fingertips grazing her skin in a way that sent a shiver through her body. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as if memorizing every inch of her.

As his hand slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, tracing its way back to where it had claimed its place before, Naina's breath hitched. A warmth spread through her, a mixture of nervousness and something deeper-something she couldn't name.

Ishaan's grip tightened ever so slightly, his touch both possessive and reverent. He wasn't just touching her; he was making her aware of just how much she was his.

Ishaan pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto Naina's face. Her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if trying to catch up with the storm he had just stirred within her.

A slow smirk spread across Ishaan's lips before he dipped down again, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, then her cheek, trailing lower until his lips hovered just above her collarbone. His warm breath fanned against her skin, making her shiver.

As he moved further down, his lips stopped just shy of her cleavage, teasingly close but not touching. Naina's breath hitched, her body responding to the unbearable anticipation. Ishaan could feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest against his lips, the fabric barely keeping them apart.

He let out a quiet chuckle, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he gave her a wide smile-a rare, genuine one.

Naina, still dazed, found her gaze drifting to his face, and for the first time, she truly noticed it. The soft curve of his cheek, the way his dimple deepened when he smiled-it was something she had seen before but never allowed herself to focus on.

But now, she couldn't look away.

He was breathtaking.

And the way he looked at her, as if she was the only thing in his world, made her heart pound even harder.

Ishaan's lips hovered just above the fabric covering Naina's skin, his breath warm and teasing against her body. He trailed soft kisses downward, taking his time, as if savoring every inch of her. His hand, still beneath the fabric, moved with a deliberate slowness, pushing her dress up slightly, revealing the smooth curve of her waist.

A deep sigh left Naina's lips, her breathing uneven, her body responding to his touch before her mind could catch up. Ishaan pressed a lingering kiss against her waist before resting his face there, as if grounding himself in her presence. His grip tightened slightly, as if reassuring himself that she was real-that she was his. Every inch of her belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to her.

Ishaan slowly lifted himself, his gaze locked onto Naina's, reading every unspoken emotion in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he gently parted her legs, positioning himself between them, his presence overwhelming yet reassuring. Hovering over her, he took in the sight of her-fragile yet strong, hesitant yet trusting.

His hands traced along her thighs, his warmth seeping into her skin over the fabric, making her shiver under his touch. Naina's breath hitched, her fingers instinctively gripping the sheets beneath her, as if bracing herself for the storm that was Ishaan.

Ishaan slowly reached towards the side table, his movements deliberate yet unhurried. Naina's eyes followed him, her breath catching as she watched his every move. Even as he opened the drawer, his intense gaze never wavered from her, as if silently communicating something only she could understand.

When he pulled out a small packet, realization dawned upon her, and her breathing quickened. She knew exactly what it was. A rush of nervousness crept through her, making her fingers clutch the sheets tighter. Fear, anticipation, and a thousand unspoken emotions swirled inside her, but she remained still, her heart pounding in sync with the silent tension between them.

Naina's stomach fluttered with an unfamiliar sensation, a tingling warmth spreading through her entire body. It was overwhelming, making her fingers clutch the bedsheet as if to ground herself. Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing in her ears, while her gaze flickered between Ishaan's face and the small packet he had placed on the bed.

She understood now. Understood what was about to happen.

Ishaan leaned in, his face hovering just above hers, his breath warm against her lips. His eyes held a quiet intensity, a silent promise. Then, in a voice softer than a whisper, he said, "Trust me, Naina."

Her breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation and uncertainty. But before her mind could spiral any further, Ishaan gently captured her lips again, his touch reassuring, slow, as if urging her to let go of everything else-everything except him.

Ishaan slowly lowered his right hand, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle. With a quiet click, he unfastened it, the soft rustling sound filling the dimly lit room. The air between them grew heavier, thick with anticipation.

Naina's breath hitched at the sound, her grip tightening on the bedsheet beneath her. Her wide eyes flickered to his hands, then back to his face. Ishaan, however, never looked away from her. His gaze was unwavering, dark with something unreadable-something intense.

The belt slipped through the loops with a faint whisper, and Naina felt her heartbeat quicken, her body reacting to the moment even before her mind could process it fully.

Ishaan shifted slightly lower, his fingers tracing along the fabric of Naina's lower dress. Slowly, he slid it down, his movements deliberate yet gentle. Naina could feel every touch, every slight brush of his skin against hers. A nervous shiver ran down her spine as she instinctively lifted herself slightly, but hesitation clouded her eyes.

Sensing her unease, Ishaan placed his left hand gently on her shoulder, his grip reassuring. His half-lidded gaze met hers, dark yet steady, filled with quiet authority and something deeper-something protective. With a voice that carried both command and comfort, he whispered, "Stay calm."

Then, guiding her back down, he eased her into the moment, his touch firm yet patient, as if silently promising that she was safe with him.

Naina could barely meet his gaze. Her eyes fluttered, her breath uneven, as a deep warmth spread through her.

Leaning in, Ishaan pressed a slow, lingering kiss on her collarbone. "You are...." he murmured against her skin.

Trailing lower, he kissed her shoulder, his lips soft yet possessive. "...only mine."

Another kiss, this time just above her heart, where he could feel its rapid beats beneath his lips. "No one else has the right to touch you."

He moved lower, brushing his lips along her ribs, savoring every inch of her. "Only I can."

With each kiss, he claimed her, his voice deep and unwavering, as if embedding those words into her very soul.

Naina's eyes were shut, her entire body attuned to Ishaan's touch, feeling every kiss, every whispered word sinking into her skin like a claim. Each kiss sent a shiver down her spine, and his words-possessive, unwavering-reminded her exactly who she belonged to.

Ishaan slowly pulled back, his gaze never leaving her. Naina's breathing turned erratic, her chest rising and falling with every unsteady breath. The soft glow of the moonlight was the only relief in the dimly lit room, offering just enough cover to ease her nervousness.

He could see the way her chest rose and fell with each anxious, shallow breath, could feel the heat radiating off her naked skin, could smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal mingling with the faint scent of her perfume.

He roamed his hand over her body, taking in every dip and curve, He reached out, his calloused fingers trailing over the soft swell of her breast, feeling the way her nipple pebbled at his touch, the way her skin prickled with goosebumps. His hand drifted lower, his palm skimming over her belly, his fingers splaying over her hipbone before hooking into the waistband of her panty.

With a slow deliberate move, he remove the flimsy garment away, baring her fully to his gaze. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body quaking with a mix of fear and anticipation as he slowly lowered himself, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

He took his time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her soft, silken flesh against his tongue as he worked his way higher and higher, inch by tortuous inch. He could sense the way her breath hitched, the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky, uneven inhale as he neared her most intimate place.

He could see the way her eyes widened, could feel the tension coiling in her body as she waited, wondering, dreading what he would do next. He paused at her entrance, his breath mingling with hers, his eyes locked onto hers with a dark, intense gaze. He could see the fear swirling in their depths, the hesitation, the uncertainty...Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, to say no, to stop this madness... he leaned in and pressed his lips against her most sensitive part, his tongue flicking out to taste her, to stroke along the delicate folds that guarded her most sacred place.

He could feel her jerk beneath him, could hear the sharp, startled gasp that escaped her lips as his tongue made contact, could sense the way her hips twitched, torn between the instinct to pull away and the instinct to press closer, to seek more of his touch.

He knew she was his, knew that despite her fear, despite her hesitation... her body was already betraying her true wants and needs. And with that knowledge, he set to work on claiming her, on worshipping her, on showing her the true depths of his dark, obsessive love.

He stop the kiss midway , Naina was breathing heavily her chest was rising and falling, He slowly pull his body upward and cup her face, Slowly leaning toward her neck he kiss her, She was looking at the cealing unable to process the overwhelming sensation. He moved up a little, and as he rose higher, Reaching for the small packet on the bed, Ishaan picked it up, gripping it between his teeth. Naina watched him, her heart pounding as he effortlessly tore it open with a single motion-the sound echoing through the quiet room.

She was looking at him, then at the ceiling... Her eyes shifted up and down, filled with fear of what was about to happen. Then he slowly moved down, adjusting her legs to the side and settling himself properly in between. Ishaan leaned in, his face just inches away from hers, and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Naina had been staring at the ceiling just moments ago, but as soon as Ishaan's words reached her ears, her gaze snapped to him. Her heart pounded so loudly that it felt as if the entire room could hear it. A strange tension filled the air, thick and heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

She wanted to say something, but no words came out. Her throat felt dry, her lips slightly parted, but nothing escaped. Instead, she gave a small, hesitant nod.

Ishaan's sharp eyes studied her, unwavering, as if searching for any sign of doubt. Then, his voice dropped even lower, almost commanding- "Say it out loud."

Naina swallowed hard, fear crawling up her spine. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as she struggled to find her voice. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to whisper, her voice barely above a breath-

"Y...e...s."

Her words came out broken, trembling, as she stuttered under his piercing gaze.

Ishaan leaned in slowly, his warm breath brushing against Naina's skin as he rested his face on her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips pressed against her soft skin, trailing gentle, lingering kisses.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice deep and husky, sending a wave of warmth through her. And then, without hesitation, he pushed himself forward, closing the distance between them completely.

Naina's breath hitched as a sharp jolt of pain coursed through her. A gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly, knuckles turning white as she tried to ground herself, to fight against the overwhelming sensation.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress any more sounds. But the pain was relentless, searing through her like a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

With a shaky breath, she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, "It hurts, Ishaan..." Her words carried a vulnerability she despised showing, yet in that moment, she couldn't hide it. Ishaan lifted his face from the crook of her neck, his dark eyes locking onto hers. His gaze held something deeper-something almost reassuring. "Shhh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. " just breathe."

Naina stared at him, her teary eyes shimmering under the dim light. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps, her slightly parted lips trembling. The pain still lingered, but there was something about the way he looked at her-calm, controlled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

Before she could say anything, Ishaan leaned in. Without hesitation, he crashed his lips against hers, swallowing her pain, her gasps, and the unspoken words between them. He pushed his body forward and a little deeper, feeling her yield to him, could see her eyes were squeezed shut, Naina's trembling fingers trailed upward, her touch hesitant yet desperate, until they found their place on Ishaan's shoulders. Her grip tightened slightly as she struggled to steady herself, her breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

Ishaan felt her hesitation, the way her body responded, caught between resistance and surrender. His hands instinctively moved to her waist, holding her firmly yet gently, as if silently telling her he was there.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parting as she tried to catch her breath, her fingers curling into the firm muscle as she clung to him, anchoring herself to him as he continued to move inside her. His touches slow down, becoming almost careful. He pulls back slightly then slides in deeper, repeating the process slowly.

He could see the pain slowly fading from her expression, could see the way her eyes started to glaze over with a building pleasure, He knew she was starting to lose herself in the sensation, starting to drown in the pleasure he was giving her. And he wanted to push her further, wanted to shove her over the edge into a world of ecstasy and bliss that she had never known before.

He groaned deeply as he felt her walls clench tightly around him with each thrust, Naina's moans spurring him on. His thrusts grew more intense, hammering into that sensitive spot relentlessly. He leaned down, capturing her lower lip between his teeth and He murmured "I fucking love you" against her lips before biting down softly, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. With each powerful thrust, he began to whisper compliments, his deep voice sending shivers through her body.

He was slamming into her mercilessly. He looked into her eyes, his pupils dilated with desire and possession. He demanded, his voice hoarse. "Who has the right to touch you?" He asked, his thrusts becoming more deeper, his eyes locked with her intensely. "Who can run their hands over your body?" He growled, his lips sucking on her delicate neck.

In a voice filled with pain and pleasure, she whispered, "Ishaan, please..." She didn't even know what she was pleading for-His thrusts became almost intense, filling her completely each time, making her gasp involuntarily. His voice dropped to a deep, commanding tone "Say it.....Naina" He asked again, hitting that sensitive spot inside her over and over, his lips pressing against the curve of her neck marking her with his bites.

Naina's lips parted slightly, her breath shaky as she whispered, "You..." Her voice was barely audible, yet it held something-hesitation, defiance, or maybe just confusion.

Ishaan smirked against her skin, his grip firm but not forceful, He slowly ran his fingers from her waist towards her hair, his touch deliberate yet firm, he slowly tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, lifted her face, tilting it upward until her eyes met his. His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. "L..o..u..d..e..r." Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust, his eyes burning into her-intense, unreadable.

A sudden jolt ran through Naina, like a sharp current surging through her veins. Her breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, the words escaped her lips-"You... Ishaan..." This time, her voice was louder, filled with something raw-pain, pleasure, or maybe even a plea she herself didn't understand. Hearing his name from her mouth, Ishan let out a roar of triumph and pleasure. His thrusts became erratic, chasing his release as he felt her walls fluttering around him. He leaned down, biting her shoulder hard stealing her breath, silencing whatever protest she might have had. And thrust more deeper into her.

A sharp pain surged through Naina, so intense that she couldn't hold back anymore. Without thinking, she threw her arms around Ishaan, clutching him tightly. Her nails dug into his back, pressing hard against his skin as if trying to anchor herself. Ishan's grip on her tightening.

With satisfaction he plunged into her final time, as deep as physically possible, and held himself there. His pulsing heartbeat erupted inside her, as he groaned loudly, pleasure consuming him utterly.

Naina's breath came in short, shaky gasps. This was new for both of them. She could feel it in the way Ishaan held her, in the slight uncertainty beneath his dominance, in the unspoken tension crackling between them. Neither of them had ever felt this before. Never lost themselves like this.

Naina's heart pounded as reality sank in. She had never imagined her first experience would be with someone like Ishaan-a man who was as dangerous as he was obsessive, someone who had turned her world upside down. And yet, here they were-breathless, shaken, and trapped in a moment neither of them could undo.

Both of them held onto each other as if nothing else existed-as if the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of them. Their breaths mingled, their hearts racing in sync, caught in a moment neither of them could escape.

For Ishaan, Naina was everything. His reason, his obsession, the very thing keeping him alive. He could never let her go-not now, not ever.

For Naina, Ishaan was her fear. A force too strong, too consuming. He wasn't just a man-he was an obsession wrapped in the form of a husband who would never let her drift away, no matter what it took.

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