"Desire is a beautiful cage-one you step into willingly, thinking you're in control... until you realize you never were."
Author's Pov:-
"Raivaan, please..." Aadhya's voice was barely a whisper, trapped between a gasp and a plea.
He was close-too close. The scent of whiskey and sin clung to him, to her, to the air between them.
"Is that what you tell him?" His voice was silk and steel, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "When he touches you? When he fucks you?"
She flinched at the crude words, but he saw it-the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides. The way she didn't move away.
Raivaan's smirk was lethal. "I don't believe you, Aadhya." His lips ghosted over her jaw, his breath warm against her skin. "Because the moment I take you again-your body will prove everything your lips deny."
"Stop," she whispered, her voice cracking.
But he only smiled. "You don't want me to."
Her heartbeat was a war. A desperate clash between loyalty and temptation. Between what was right and what felt inevitable.
"I love my husband." She whispered the words, gripping onto them like a lifeline.
Raivaan's smirk was lethal. " Then prove it."
Aadhya should have walked away. Should have resisted.
But how do you run from something that already owns you?
Raivaan Rathore was a storm waiting to break. A man who didn't ask-he took. And once he set his eyes on something, he never let go.
She thought she could resist. Thought she could escape.
Until she met her ex him — again.
And now, there was no way out.