Advait's POV:
The punching bag barely had time to swing back before my fist met it again.
The sound was dull. Violent. Familiar.
My muscles moved on instinctโshoulders tightening, knuckles striking, breath controlled even as sweat slid down my neck and soaked into my shirt.
The workout room was washed in cold white light, steel and glass and shadows. Outside, the city glittered like it always didโunbothered, distant, cruelly alive.
I hit the bag again.
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The wrought-iron gates opened into a sprawling mansion that carried the quiet confidence of old wealth rather than loud display.
Word count : 4800+
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The nightmare swallowed me before I even realized Iโd fallen asleep.
The early light of dawn spilled softly through the tall glass windows, painting the room in muted shades of gold and gray.
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In a world where obsession blurs the line between love and control, he craves her like a forbidden addiction. His desire is not just to love but to possess, to dominate, to make her entirely his-mind, body, and soul. Shadows of mystery and suspense lurk as his calculated moves tighten the noose around her freedom, driven by a dark lust that consumes him. He will ruin her world if it means binding her to his, Willing to cross every limit to claim -- ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ as his forever. Because she's "๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ."
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