Chapter 35
The silence was the worst part.
Not the darkness.
Not the loneliness.
Not even the way the walls seemed to close in on her.
It was the absence of him.
The scent of him still clung to the sheets, his presence lingering in the space where he should be.
And yet—he wasn’t there.
And that… broke her.
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A King Who Teaches Obedience Without Touching You
Anvi sat curled on the bed, her knees tucked against her chest.
Her stomach ached from hunger.
Her throat was dry.
And her mind—a battlefield of pride and longing.
She had thought his presence was suffocating.
But his absence?
It was worse.
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A Queen Who Was Never Meant to Survive Without Her King
She didn’t know how long it had been.
Days?
Hours?
Time felt meaningless.
The silence stretched, wrapping around her like a second skin.
She had spent her whole life cherished. Protected.
And now?
She was just a girl locked in a golden cage.
And Agastya?
Held the key.
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The Devil’s Return
The door finally creaked open.
A shadow fell over her.
And she knew.
It was him.
Agastya stepped inside, his sherwani crisp, his expression impassive.
As if he hadn’t locked her away for days.
As if he hadn’t driven her to the edge of her sanity.
He stood there, waiting.
Waiting for her to break.
And she hated that it worked.
Her pride screamed at her to look away.
But her heart—foolish, reckless—lurched toward him.
"You came back." Her voice was hoarse.
His lips curled.
"I never left, jaan."
She swallowed.
"You ignored me."
He crouched down, leveling his dark gaze with hers.
"No, Pari." His fingers tilted her chin up. "I reminded you."
A shiver ran down her spine.
Because he was right.
She had thought she could fight him.
But the truth was—he was the air she breathed.
And he had taken that air away until she begged for it.
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A King Who Never Loses
"Tell me, jaan…" His voice was pure sin, pure control.
"Do you still think you can leave me?"
Her eyes burned.
She wanted to say yes.
To fight.
To resist.
But she was weak.
And he knew it.
Her lips trembled.
And then, she surrendered.
"No."
His smirk deepened.
"Good girl."
And just like that—she was his again.
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Bound by Fire and Chains
The air was thick.
Thick with tension.
Thick with unspoken words.
Thick with something far more dangerous.
Agastya sat in front of her, his dark gaze burning into her soul.
He had won. Again.
And she had surrendered. Again.
But this time—it felt different.
This time, she wasn’t just caged.
She was claimed.
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A King Who Owns His Queen—Body and Soul
"Say it again, Pari."
His voice was dark silk, wrapping around her like a noose.
She swallowed.
"I won’t leave you."
His lips curled.
"Louder."
Her cheeks burned, shame and desire twisting inside her.
She hated that she wanted him.
Hated that she craved his touch, his control, his madness.
"I won’t leave."
His eyes darkened.
And then—he moved.
A swift, calculated motion, closing the space between them in a heartbeat.
His fingers brushed against her throat, tracing the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
"Good girl."
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A Queen Who Burns for Her King
She should push him away.
She should fight.
But the moment his lips ghosted over hers, her body betrayed her.
A soft gasp. A tremble.
And Agastya—he noticed everything.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap.
"You hate me, don’t you, jaan?" he murmured against her lips.
Her breath shuddered.
"Yes."
"And yet," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear, "you melt for me."
Her nails dug into his chest.
Because he was right.
And he knew it.
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Possession, Obsession, and Everything In Between
Agastya’s lips trailed down her throat, his grip tightening.
His movements were slow, torturous.
He wanted her to break.
To beg.
To surrender, not just in words—but in every way.
"Tell me, Pari," he rasped, voice laced with dangerous amusement. "Who do you belong to?"
Her breath hitched.
"Say it, jaan."
Her fingers shook.
Her heart pounded.
And when his hands pinned her down, his lips ghosting over hers—she lost.
"You."
The word was barely a whisper.
But for Agastya?
It was everything.
His grin turned wicked.
"That’s right."
And then—he devoured her.