Chapter 41
Running is Useless
Anvi's heart pounded.
She lay still, too aware of the man beside her.
Agastya.
Her captor. Her obsession. Her ruin.
She needed to escape. Now.
She turned her head slightly. He was asleep.
His breaths were deep, his hand still resting dangerously close to her waist.
Careful, Pari.
Slowly, she inched toward the edge of the bed, heart hammering against her ribs.
One step. Then another.
Her bare feet touched the cold floor.
She swallowed.
Almost there.
But just as she reached for the door—
A hand gripped her wrist.
Her body froze.
A shiver ran down her spine as his voice, deep and laced with warning, echoed in the dark.
"Going somewhere, jaan?"
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?? The Devil Never Sleeps
She yanked her wrist, but his grip tightened.
Her breath hitched.
"Agastya, let me go."
His grip didn’t loosen.
Instead, he pulled her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her like iron chains.
His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a dangerous whisper.
"Did you really think I’d let you leave me, Pari?"
A chill ran through her.
"You can’t keep me here!" she snapped.
Agastya chuckled.
"I already have."
His fingers traced the side of her neck, slow, possessive.
"The only place you belong is right here. With me."
She shivered.
Because his touch? It burned.
And her traitorous heart?
It betrayed her all over again.
The Consequences of Disobedience
Anvi struggled in his hold, her nails digging into his arm, but Agastya didn't even flinch.
He simply tightened his grip, pulling her flush against him.
His breath was warm against her ear, his voice dangerously soft.
"Tell me, Pari… What were you planning? Running back to your family? To your old life?"
Her throat went dry.
Because the answer was yes.
She had been planning to run.
To escape this cage he built around her.
But now?
Now, she was trapped in his arms. In his world.
And Agastya Singh Rathore never let what was his slip away.
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?? A Price for Her Betrayal
His fingers trailed down her arms, slow, dangerous.
"I warned you, jaan." His voice was silk and steel.
"There are consequences for trying to leave me."
Her breath hitched.
"You can’t control me, Agastya."
His dark chuckle sent shivers through her.
"Oh, but I already do, Pari."
He turned her around in one swift motion, his fingers curling under her chin.
His obsessive gaze burned into hers.
"You think you still have a choice? That you can defy me?"
His grip on her waist tightened.
"Let me show you how wrong you are."
And then—
His lips crashed against hers.
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?? A War of Resistance & Submission
Anvi gasped, her hands flying up to push him away.
But Agastya?
He was relentless.
His grip on her waist, her throat, her soul— unyielding.
He wasn’t just kissing her.
He was claiming her.
Showing her that no matter how much she fought—
She was already his.
Her fingers curled into his shirt, torn between pulling him closer and shoving him away.
But when he bit down on her lower lip, a soft whimper escaped her.
His smirk was pure satisfaction.
"See, Pari? Your body already knows who it belongs to."
Tears burned in her eyes.
"You’re a monster."
Agastya tilted his head, brushing his lips along her jaw.
"And yet, jaan… You keep surrendering to me."
Her breath hitched.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
And that was her greatest fear.