Jodhpur - St. Xavier's College
Sunlight poured over the grand sandstone buildings of St. Xavier's College, where students bustled between classes, some rushing, some loitering, and others-like Shreya Kapoor-getting mercilessly roasted by their best friends.
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18+ He was chaos in a tailored suit. She was poetry in motion. And fate forced them to burn together. Shrii Mehra was raised behind the closed doors of crime, yet she danced like she still believed in beauty. The daughter of an Indian underworld tycoon, she lived quietly, far from the blood that paved her father's empire. Until the day she became the price. When Luca De Santis-Italy's most feared mafia don-arrives to settle her father's debt, he doesn't demand money. He demands her. Cold, commanding, psychotic in his obsession, he offers no escape. The deal is sealed. A forced marriage. A gilded cage. A man who whispers death but watches her dance like she's a goddess. He is touch-me-and-die possessive, cruel when crossed, and soft only in the dead of night when insomnia drags his demons out. She is fragile yet fiery, trying to hate him-but his obsession makes it impossible. As darkness and desire blur, Shrii must decide: Can she survive loving the devil-or will he consume her whole? --- And then there's her best friend, Rhea... fiery, reckless, and about to be dragged into hell with her. Rhea Kapoor's mouth gets her in trouble. But when her digging into mafia corruption leads her to Matteo De Santis-the cold, unreadable younger brother of the don-she bites off more than she can handle. Matteo doesn't threaten. He acts. So when Rhea pokes around too close to secrets, he does the only thing that makes sense to a De Santis...he kidnaps her. Rhea's sharp tongue clashes with his quiet, ruthless intensity. But in between the war of words, secrets slip. Heat rises. And something far more dangerous than hate begins to burn. She's everything he can't afford. He's everything she swore to fight. --- Two women. Two De Santis men. One world of blood, betrayal, and addictive, all-consuming love. This isn't just a romance. It's obsession. It's revenge. It's fate, wrapped in silk and stained with sin.
I was wearing a deep backless. The coldness of the mirror sent a chill to my spine, his hard body pressed against my body. "Why are you doing this can't you just let me go." I said, my voice trembling. "Ask anything it will be in your feet except this, I can't leave you, you have to realise that you're mine" He said and moved to my neck, he started giving me wet kisses on my neck. He licked my sensitive spot making me moan in pleasure, I felt him smirking against my neck. I couldn't help it but kept moaning on his sensual touches. He pulled out and looked into my eyes, his eyes were not dark as before, it was replaced with a different emotion. No, it was not lust either. " I want to suck you dove." he said pressing my breast softly, making my heart thump. I looked everywhere but not his eyes, I somehow wanted to escape from him but his touches was not helping me. I wanted to drown in him forgetting the rules and ethics. "I could spend hours tracing every inch of your body.... but there's one spot I keep coming back to... between your thighs." ~Leonardo Salvatore
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