The night air was thick with tension, the moonlight barely cutting through the heavy clouds. Meera stood by the window of Veer's penthouse, staring out at the glittering Jaipur skyline. Her fingers traced the cold glass, her mind swirling with emotions she couldn't name.
She wasn't supposed to be here. Not in his world. Not in his arms. But fate had different plans.
A shiver ran down her spine as she sensed his presence behind her - dark, dominant, and intoxicating. Before she could turn, strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a firm chest. His breath, warm and teasing, brushed against her ear.
"You're thinking about leaving," Veer murmured, his voice laced with danger.
Meera's breath hitched. "I should."
"Then why haven't you?"
She closed her eyes, feeling the way his fingertips traced slow, torturous patterns along her arm. She should push him away, resist his touch - but she didn't. She couldn't.
"Because you won't let me," she whispered.
Veer chuckled darkly. "And do you want me to?"
Silence.
His grip tightened, his lips grazing her neck, setting fire to her skin. "I could ruin you, Meera," he growled. "Mark you as mine so that no one else would dare lay a finger on you."
Her pulse pounded. A wicked part of her wanted that. Wanted him.
"You already have," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Veer turned her around, pinning her against the cold glass. His dark eyes burned into hers - hungry, possessive, dangerous.
"You drive me insane," he rasped, his fingers tilting her chin up. "Do you know how hard it is to not devour you every time you look at me like that?"
Meera's heart thundered. "Then don't hold back."
A low growl escaped him before his lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding. The kiss was fire - hungry, raw, consuming. His hands roamed her body, desperate to claim, to own, to make her his in every way possible.
Meera's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. The world outside faded - there was only him, only this moment.
Veer broke away just enough to whisper against her lips, "You're mine, Meera. Say it."
She was breathless, overwhelmed. "I - "
A loud knock shattered the moment.
Veer stiffened, his expression darkening. "Stay here."
But Meera grabbed his wrist. "Veer, what's happening?"
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "Nothing that you need to worry about, jaan. I'll handle it."
She knew better. In Veer's world, nothing was ever simple.
As he disappeared beyond the doors, Meera's heart pounded. She had fallen - hard, deep, irrevocably.
And there was no turning back.