Chapter 40
A Night of No Escape
Anvi’s world tilted.
The second Agastya’s lips claimed hers, everything unraveled.
His kiss was not gentle.
It was raw. Demanding. Unrelenting.
It spoke of possession, obsession—of a man who refused to be denied.
Her hands pressed against his chest, trembling.
She should have pushed him away.
Should have fought harder.
But she didn’t.
Because a part of her had always belonged to him.
And that part?
It was surrendering.
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?? A War She Was Losing
Agastya pulled back slightly, his dark, molten gaze searching hers.
"Say you don’t feel this, Pari."
Her breath was uneven, her heart slamming against her ribs.
She opened her mouth—to deny him, to fight—
But he smirked.
Because he already knew the answer.
His fingers traced her jaw, trailing down her throat, resting over her erratic pulse.
"Your body doesn’t lie to me, jaan." His voice was silk and danger.
She shivered.
Because he was right.
Her body was betraying her.
She was falling.
And Agastya Singh Rathore never let what was his slip away.
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?? The Point of No Return
With one swift motion, Agastya pinned her beneath him.
Anvi gasped, her fingers curling into the bedsheets as he hovered over her, his weight pressing her down.
Trapping her.
Caging her.
His lips traced a slow path along her jaw, down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Tell me to stop, Pari."
Her mind screamed yes.
But her body?
It craved him.
Her silence was his answer.
Agastya’s smirk was pure satisfaction.
"That’s what I thought."
And then—he ruined her.
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Anvi lay motionless.
Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her body shaken, overwhelmed.
Her mind screamed at her to move, to fight, to push him away.
But her body?
It betrayed her.
Agastya hovered above her, his gaze dark, unreadable.
His fingers traced the side of her face, soft, possessive—contradicting the storm in his eyes.
"You’re mine now, Pari."
His voice was low, dangerous.
A promise. A claim.
She turned her face away, eyes burning.
"I was never yours, Agastya."
Silence.
Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.
Then—he laughed.
A low, humorless sound.
And before she could react—
He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Then why do you look like you just lost a war?"
Her pulse skipped.
Because she had.
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?? The Devil’s Mercy is His Cruelty
Agastya leaned in, his lips barely brushing against hers.
Teasing. Torturous.
"You can lie to yourself, Pari. But not to me."
She trembled.
"I hate you."
His smirk was pure sin.
"Good. Hate me. Love me. I don’t care. But you’ll never escape me."
His fingers slid down her wrist, curling around her pulse.
"Do you feel this, jaan? The way your heart races for me?"
Her breath hitched.
Because he was right.
And that terrified her more than anything.
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?? The Unbreakable Cage
Agastya pulled away slightly, watching her.
Waiting.
Challenging.
She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into her palms.
"You don’t own me, Agastya."
His smirk vanished.
And in its place?
Pure, dangerous intensity.
"I don’t?"
In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest.
She felt it.
His heartbeat.
Steady. Strong. Unshaken.
"You live here now, Pari. In my world. In my heart. In my obsession."
His grip tightened.
"And I don’t let go of what’s mine."
Her breath caught.
Because deep down—
She knew he meant every word.
And there was no escaping him now.