“The Monster Who Loved His Innocent Girl”
The storm raged outside, lightning flashing against the tall glass windows of the warehouse—Siya flinched at the sudden thunder, but she forgot about it instantly.
Because her real fear stood right in front of her.
Rudraksh Singh Rathore.
Cold. Silent. Towering.
His shadow swallowed the room… and her.
He cornered her against the wall, one hand gripping her wrist, the other planted beside her head—blocking every escape.
His dark eyes bore into hers, unreadable and terrifying.
“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” he asked quietly.
Too quietly.
The kind of quiet that made her heart shake.
Siya swallowed hard, her voice trembling.
“I-I’m sorry… I just… wanted to see you…”
She hated how small she sounded, how innocent her words were compared to the storm inside him.
But Rudraksh stepped even closer, his breath brushing her cheek.
“Wanted to see me,” he repeated, deadly calm.
“You followed me,” he said, tilting her face up with two fingers.
She tried looking away, but he wouldn’t let her.
His touch was gentle—but his eyes were not.
“You walked into danger… alone… without thinking.”
His voice dropped lower.
“You think I won’t lose my mind over that?”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“I-I didn’t mean to make you angry…”
She whispered it like a child scared of punishment.
And something flashed in his eyes—
possession, fury, something almost feral.
He leaned closer until his forehead nearly touched hers.
“You always make me angry, princess,” he murmured.
“Because you don’t understand…”
His fingers trailed from her cheek to her jaw, slow and claiming.
“…what you mean to me.”
Her breath caught.
“I—Rudraksh…”
He cut her off with a firm hand closing around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
She gasped, her small palms pressing against his chest instinctively.
“Don’t be scared of the storm outside,” he whispered.
“Be scared of me.”
His thumb stroked her trembling jaw.
“I’m the one who will never let you go.”
Siya’s voice cracked.
“You… you’re scaring me…”
Good.
His eyes said it before his lips did.
“Good,” he murmured, lowering his head until his lips brushed the corner of hers—not kissing, just owning.
“Maybe then you won’t dare walk into danger again.”
Her heartbeat stuttered painfully.
“I-I won’t… I promise…”
He smirked faintly—dark, dangerous, possessive.
“Promise isn’t enough.”
He pressed her back against the wall with one hand, his voice turning rough with obsession.
“You’re mine, Princess. All of you. In every way.”
Her breath hitched as his lips brushed her cheek.
“I don’t share you.”
A soft kiss on her jaw—slow, claiming.
“I don’t let anyone look at you.”
His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her face back up.
“And I don’t let you run from me.”
She trembled under his touch, innocence written all over her face.
“Rudraksh… please…”
He hushed her with a finger over her lips.
“You fear me,” he whispered.
“Good. Remember that fear.”
His lips finally brushed hers—barely—sending a shiver down her spine.
“Because it will keep you alive… and it will keep you mine.”
The storm roared outside—
but Siya only felt the storm standing inches away,
the storm who claimed her heart without mercy.
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