The first time those filthy hands touched me, something inside me broke. Since that day, even the slightest touch from anyone sent shivers of fear down my spine. That person had only touched me -nothing more-but I was just ten years old, and even that touch was enough to scar me.

Why did he touch me? Why?

This question haunted me every second of my life. Why me? But as I grew older, I slowly began to understand that almost 90% of girls go through something similar. When the people closest to them violate their trust in the worst possible way. Even now, despite being older, that fear hasn't left me.

What was my fault? Was it because I was a girl? Was it because I didn't have the courage to fight back? Was it because I couldn't hit him back at that time?

Maybe... yes, maybe all of that was true.

But Ishaan...

Ishaan has made me his own. His terrifying obsession has somehow pulled me toward him-whether out of fear or something else, I don't know. But right now, he is here. His breath is slow and steady against my neck, his arms wrapped around me, his entire body resting over mine. And yet... I don't feel his weight. I don't feel trapped.

Maybe I am at peace. Maybe... he has given me peace.

I don't know how, but deep inside, I feel happy. Why? Because Ishaan made me feel something that no one else ever did. He claimed me as his. I am his. He wants me.

Above us, the chandelier glows brightly, yet its light doesn't bother my eyes. The soft silver hue of the moon blends into it, creating an almost magical warmth in the room. Even as he shifts slightly in his sleep, everything about this moment feels right.

Am I happy? Maybe... yes.

But I want something. Something I've always wanted. Something I could never do on my own and only Ishan can do....I want him to erase the shadows of my past, the ones that make me question my own worth. And I want him to...

- Kill that man.



Naina lay still, lost in the quiet of the morning, when she suddenly stirred awake. The weight that had once rested on her was gone. Ishaan was no longer there.

Her eyes fluttered open as she glanced around, searching for him. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her body still feeling light and dazed. As she shifted, she became aware of herself-her bare skin against the cool sheets.

A soft gasp left her lips.

Lowering her gaze, she quickly pulled the comforter up, wrapping it around herself. Leaning back against the headboard, she let her head rest there, deep in thought. Should she tell Ishaan what she truly wanted? Should she voice the thoughts that had been lingering inside her for so long?

Minutes passed before she finally gathered herself. Getting up quietly, she made her way to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the haze of sleep and uncertainty. After changing into fresh clothes, she let her damp hair fall naturally over her shoulders. Without thinking too much, she stepped out of the room, her bare feet making soft sounds against the cold floor.

As she walked down the corridor, a faint sound reached her ears-Ishaan's voice.

It was low, deep, and calm. He was speaking to someone over the phone. Naina followed the sound carefully, her steps slow and uncertain. The quiet pull of curiosity guided her toward the living area, near the kitchen.

And then she saw him.

Ishaan sat casually on the kitchen countertop, leaning slightly forward, his back turned toward her. Only his baggy lower hung loosely around his waist, leaving his upper body completely exposed. The dim lighting made the tattoos on his back stand out-each inked line sharp, telling untold stories of his past.

Just as she was about to look away, he moved.

With effortless ease, Ishaan tilted his head back slightly, his sharp gaze meeting hers over his shoulder. The corner of his lips curled up-not in his usual smirk, but in something softer. A quiet, innocent smile.

Naina's breath hitched.

Her eyes darted elsewhere, trying to compose herself. But then, as she glanced down absentmindedly, something caught her attention. Something small.

Something watching her.

Her eyes widened.

A tiny, adorable face peeked out from Ishaan's lap, its round eyes fixed curiously on her. Gem.

The little cat sat comfortably in Ishaan's arms, nestled against his warm skin. With his right arm, Ishaan had pulled the kitten close, securing it gently against his body. Meanwhile, his left hand held his phone, still engaged in conversation.

For a moment, Naina just stared, caught between disbelief and something she couldn't quite name. Ishaan-the same Ishaan who had kidnapped her, who was dark, dangerous, and unpredictable-was now holding a tiny kitten in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for some reason... that sight unsettled her more than anything else.

Ishaan slowly ended the call, his fingers casually sliding across the screen before placing the phone aside. With effortless grace, he hopped down from the countertop, his bare feet making a soft sound against the floor.

Gem remained tucked securely in his arm, his small body comfortably pressed against Ishaan's warmth. And then, Ishaan moved.

Step by step, he closed the distance between them.

Naina stood frozen in place, watching him approach, her heartbeat growing erratic with each passing second. The events of the night before flashed in her mind, making her uncomfortable under his gaze. Ishaan's eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with something that made her nervous.

He stopped just inches away. Too close.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Naina didn't know what he was thinking, what he would say next.

And then...

A smirk curved at the corner of his lips, his voice deep and teasing as he spoke.

"Breakfast, my lady?"

Naina's breath hitched.

The way he said it-the casual arrogance, the playful yet possessive tone-sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She barely managed a small nod, her body betraying her thoughts.

Satisfied, Ishaan turned and walked toward the dining table, settling into a chair with an air of ease. But he never let go of Gem. The little kitten remained curled in his lap, his tiny paws resting against Ishaan's arm, as if he belonged there.

Naina watched, stunned.

She had never thought she would see Gem-the same kitten who ran from everyone, who refused to be touched-calmly sitting in someone's lap. He had always been distant, skittish, avoiding all human contact.

But now, here he was. Completely at ease.

And Ishaan?

He was the first person Gem had ever allowed this close.

Naina quietly took her seat at the dining table, picking up a piece of plain bread and slowly taking a bite. Her mind was elsewhere.

Her gaze kept drifting toward Gem, watching the little creature nestled comfortably in Ishaan's lap. Was it possible? Had Gem really started to like Ishaan?

But this quickly?

Naina frowned slightly. Gem had always been distant, running away from people, never letting anyone hold him for too long. And yet, in just one day... he sat there, completely at ease, his tiny paws resting against Ishaan as if he belonged there.

She was lost in thought, too absorbed to notice Ishaan watching her.

His sharp eyes traced every small detail-the way she stared at Gem, the way her fingers absently played with the bread in her hand. And then he noticed something else.

Her bread was plain.

She hadn't put anything on it-no butter, no jam. She was just eating it absentmindedly, as if she wasn't even aware of what she was doing.

Ishaan's lips twitched into a smirk. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low as he asked, "Is everything okay?"

Naina blinked, startled out of her thoughts. Her wide eyes met his, and for a second, she looked completely lost. Realizing she had been caught spacing out, she quickly nodded, lowering her gaze.

Ishaan didn't buy it.

He glanced at Gem, then back at Naina, his smirk deepening as he teased, "You're worried because this is your place, aren't you?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Naina's cheeks flushed red.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, but the heat spreading across her face betrayed her. Flustered, she immediately looked down, shaking her head in denial. "No..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Ishaan watched her closely, amused.

She was trying so hard to act normal, to pretend that nothing had changed. But he knew better.

He had taken her apart last night, reached deep into her very core, stripped away every last bit of distance she had tried to keep from him.

And yet here she was-blushing, avoiding his gaze, trying to act like nothing had happened.

Ishaan leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying this new side of Naina.

Ishaan's fingers gently loosened around Gem, setting the tiny kitten down on the floor. Gem stretched lazily before trotting off, but Ishaan's focus remained elsewhere.

On Naina.

Without warning, he reached out and wrapped his hand completely around her arm. His grip was firm yet careful as he slowly pulled her up from her seat.

Naina's eyes widened in confusion. What was he doing?

Her lips parted slightly, but before she could question him, he moved.

In one smooth motion, Ishaan pulled her onto his lap.

Naina barely had time to react before she felt his arm securely wrap around her waist, holding her in place. His left hand rested firmly against her side, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her clothes, keeping her close.

Her breath hitched.

Too close. Too sudden.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing wildly. She wasn't sure what shocked her more-the sudden intimacy or the effortless way he had done it, as if she had always belonged there.

Ishaan, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. His grip on her waist remained strong, his body warm against hers.

Naina swallowed hard, her hands slightly trembling as she hesitantly placed them on his shoulders for balance. Her mind screamed at her to move, to say something-anything-but she couldn't.

She could only sit there, trapped in his hold, as his deep, unreadable eyes studied her reaction.

"Better now?" Ishaan's voice was low, teasing, as he smirked down at her.

Naina kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at him. Her lips parted slightly, and in a barely audible voice, she muttered, "Shut up."

Ishaan froze for a second.

Then, he chuckled. A deep, amused chuckle. Leaning back against his seat, Ishaan kept watching her, entertained.

Naina, on the other hand, sat stiffly in his lap, staring at her plate as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Her lips pressed together tightly, as if trying to stop herself from saying anything else.

Ishaan smirked, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled, his voice still laced with amusement.

"You drive me crazy.... completely crazy."

She said nothing.

Instead, she silently took another bite of her plain bread, as if ignoring him would make him disappear.

But Ishaan wasn't done with her.

He leaned forward suddenly, resting his head against the crook of her neck.

His arms wrapped around her entirely, pulling her into a tight embrace. His body was warm, firm, completely surrounding her.

Naina froze.

Her fingers clutched the edge of the table, her breath unsteady as she felt him hold her so effortlessly, so possessively.

He wasn't just touching her. He was claiming her.

Naina quietly continued eating her bread, her movements slow and mechanical. She was trying her best to focus on her food, to ignore the warmth of Ishaan's arms around her, but it was impossible.

Because then-he moved.

Softly. Deliberately.

Ishaan's lips brushed against the side of her neck, pressing a slow, lingering peck on her skin.

Naina's breath hitched.

Her grip on the bread stiffened as she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. A wave of nervousness ran through her, her fingers tightening slightly against the edge of the table.

But Ishaan wasn't done. He kissed her again. And again. Soft. Slow. Unhurried. His lips traced over her skin, his breath warm against her neck. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, making it harder to concentrate. And then, in that low, teasing voice, he murmured against her skin-

"Eat your breakfast... and then I'll eat mine."

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and her grip on the table grew tighter. Her entire body tensed, her mind struggling to process his words. She could feel his smirk against her skin.

He was enjoying this.

Her hands trembled slightly, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. What was she supposed to do now? One thing was clear-this breakfast was going to be anything but normal.

Ishaan reached for a slice of bread, calmly spreading jam over it. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world.

Then, without a word, he held it up to Naina's lips.

"Eat." His voice was smooth, commanding-but there was something else beneath it. Something darker.

Naina hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward slightly. Without looking at him, she parted her lips, taking a small bite.

Ishaan watched her intensely.

The way her soft lips brushed against the bread, the slow movement of her jaw as she chewed-it was messing with him. Badly.

His grip around her waist tightened.

Naina gasped softly, her eyes snapping up to meet his.

And that was her mistake.

Because the moment their gazes locked, she saw it.

The way his dark eyes burned with something unspoken, the way he was looking at her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

As if just watching her breathe was enough to drive him insane.

Naina quietly finished her breakfast, but the weight of Ishaan's gaze never left her.

He was staring.

Not just casually-obsessively.

Like she was a puzzle he couldn't stop trying to figure out. Like every single movement she made was something sacred to him.

She could feel it. The way his dark eyes traced over her every move. The way his fingers twitched against her waist, as if holding back something far more intense.

And yet, he didn't eat a single bite.

Naina frowned slightly. Was he really not going to eat?

She hesitated before slowly shifting in his lap, signaling that she was about to get up. But the moment she moved-

His grip tightened.

Her breath hitched.

"Where?" His voice was quiet, deep, and dangerously close to her ear.

Naina swallowed hard before replying, "To wash my hands."

Ishaan stayed still for a moment, his grip still firm around her waist, as if debating whether to let her go.

Then, finally, he loosened his hold.

She slid off his lap carefully, her movements controlled. Without looking back, she walked towards the sink, her mind racing.

Turning on the water, she let the cool liquid run over her fingers, trying to calm her breathing.

But she could still feel his eyes on her.

Burning. Watching. Completely fixated.

She knew he was following every single thing she did.

The way her delicate fingers moved under the water. The way droplets slid down her skin. The way her shoulders tensed slightly under his gaze.

And then-she heard it.

The sound of his chair shifting.

The quiet creak of the floor as he stood up.

Her breath stilled.

She didn't dare turn around. She didn't have to-she knew he was coming.

Her fingers clenched slightly as the sound of his slow, measured footsteps grew closer.

And then, he was there.

Standing directly behind her.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the warmth of his body press against her back.

Then-his hands.

Large. Strong. Dangerous.

They slid around her waist, gripping her firmly.

But what made her breath truly stop was the way his fingers slowly trailed under her shirt.

Cold. Too cold.

She gasped, her body tensing as his fingertips made direct contact with her bare skin.

A quiet breath rumbled from his chest, low and amused. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Naina's breath hitched the moment she felt Ishaan's hands move higher.

"Ishaan..." she whispered, barely able to form the words.

But he didn't stop, His fingers traced along her skin, slow and deliberate, exploring with a kind of possessiveness that made her knees feel weak.

And then, in a voice that was deep, husky, and dangerously low, he leaned in-his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered:

"I want you... right now."

A sharp shiver ran down Naina's spine.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink, her breathing unsteady. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the sheer intensity in his words.

This wasn't a request. This was a statement. A confession filled with raw, unfiltered hunger. In one swift motion, Ishaan lifted Naina effortlessly, placing her onto the cold marble countertop.

A small gasp escaped her lips, but before she could react-he was there. Between her legs. His strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. So close that there was no space left between them. His dark, intense eyes locked onto hers, unwavering.

Naina could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw energy in the way he was holding her captive without a single restraint. His hands slowly slid down, spreading her thighs apart.

Her breath hitched as she realized-he wasn't just standing between her legs. He was claiming every inch of space.

Ishaan suddenly pulled back slightly, his hands still resting firmly on Naina's thighs. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable-something intense, dangerous. Then, in a voice so low it sent a shiver down her spine, he asked:

"Do you want this rough... or protected?"

Naina's eyes widened instantly. Her breath hitched. Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs. She wasn't prepared for that. Her fingers clenched against the countertop as she stared at him, her lips parting slightly-but no words came out. Because the way he was looking at her... Like he was dead serious. Like he was giving her a choice-but at the same time, making it very clear that either way...

He wasn't letting her go.

Naina's mind was spinning. She had no idea what to say, Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Ishaan noticed. Of course, he did. Raising a brow, he leaned in just a little, his eyes locked onto her face-

Naina swallowed hard. Her gaze dropped on floor, And then, in a voice so soft it was barely more than a whisper, she murmured: "We... already did it last night."

Ishaan's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She was hesitating. Shy. Still processing everything.

And he? He found it absolutely irresistible. Last night might have been the moment he had been waiting for, but that didn't mean he was done.

No.

Not even close.

Because now that he had her, now that he had tasted what it felt like to make her his- He wanted more.

Every second. Every moment. Every inch of her.

Ishaan leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, With slow, deliberate movements, he reached up, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, His fingers trailed down, brushing against her jawline, before his hand came to rest just below her ear. Then, with a gentle yet firm touch, he tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"So?" he murmured, his deep voice laced with something dangerous.

Naina swallowed hard.

She knew that look.

She knew exactly what it meant.

Ishaan had made up his mind.

There was no stopping him now.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as his left hand gripped her waist, pulling her even closer. Then, leaning in until his lips were just a breath away from hers, he whispered:

"I'm not done yet."

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