(Continuation of the last scene in the gym)

He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He savored the way she melted into him, releasing her wrists so her hands could find their way to his face and neck, fingers curling instinctively around him.

Just as the kiss deepened, a knock sounded at the door, breaking the moment.

"Dammit," Sarfaraaz muttered, his voice thick with irritation as he reluctantly pulled away. "Who dares to come here?"

Tania, still beneath him, was left breathless-not only from the intensity of the kiss but from the sudden realization that someone was waiting just outside.

He stood, pulling her up with him, and swiftly grabbed a large towel, wrapping it around her until her form-fitting sports dress was completely concealed. His eyes darkened with possessiveness.

"No one should see you like this," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

With that, he turned towards the door, his gaze flicking back to Tania for a moment as if promising they weren't finished yet.

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Two days later

It was 5 pm. Tania had a makeup test today, so she wasn't home. I felt strangely empty as I returned to an empty house, so I decided to pick her up myself.

When I entered her college, the vice principal spotted me and called me over to discuss some issues since I'm the head of the trustees.

Damn... I came here to pick up my little wife, and now this old man was keeping me!

Reluctantly, I followed him to his office. After fifteen minutes of mind-numbing discussion, I finally managed to excuse myself and headed to check if Hazel's test was over.

But as I neared her classroom, my blood boiled at the sight before me.

A boy was handing her a bouquet of roses. Hazel took them, smiling....smiling at him. And the way he was looking at her, as if she were the only girl in the world, made me lose every shred of sanity I had left. Even after she walked away, he was still staring after her, his eyes filled with a sickening adoration.

This bastard. How dare he!

The entire college knew she was married, yet this jerk had the audacity to look at her like that.

My jaw tightened, my fists clenched in rage. I wanted to rip his eyes out and play board games with them.

But first, I need to handle my little Édesem.

She might forget who she belongs to.
Tonight I'll make sure that she remembers me.... only me.
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Days are getting better. After facing a storm, returning back to the social life really felt good. Although I didn't get the permission to go outside the college from Sarfaraaz. But returning to the class felt amazing.

Today, I was making up an exam I'd missed during those locked-up days. Sitting in the familiar classroom, the pen in my hand, surrounded by the quiet rustle of pages, I felt a renewed sense of gratitude. It was a second chance, and the professors had graciously granted it.

As soon as the test ended, I packed my things and stepped into the hallway. Before I could reach the exit, Salman-a classmate blocked my path, an uncertain smile on his face.

"Tania...um, I have something for you," he said, his voice laced with a hint of nerves.

I arched an eyebrow, hiding my surprise. "Oh? Well...sure."

He reached behind him, pulling out a bouquet of fresh flowers, their colors bright against his outstretched hands.

"Congratulations on getting back to college," he said, his warm smile meeting mine. "Welcome back."

It was...unexpected, but kind. As a classmate, the gesture felt genuine, a warm reminder that maybe I hadn't been completely forgotten. I accepted the bouquet, offering a polite smile in return.

"Thank you, Salman. You didn't have to go to the trouble."

"Actually..." His eyes softened as he held my gaze. "I missed you."

There was a beat of silence, and while his words felt genuine, they also carried an undertone that left me feeling slightly uneasy. I didn't want to be rude, though, so I kept my expression neutral.

"Well, thank you for thinking of me. But I should be going," I replied smoothly, nodding as I turned to leave. Sarfaraaz's guards were waiting for me in the main gate as he was busy.

His eyes lingered, but he didn't stop me.

When I reached the main gate I saw Sarfaraaz's car parked, engine idling like it had been waiting... like he'd been waiting. As I got closer, the door swung open, a silent invitation-and a warning. The moment I climbed in, I felt his intensity fill the air.

"You're here..." I managed to say, though my voice came out softer, uncertain.

He didn't answer. His eyes were fixed ahead, jaw set like stone, and his grip on the steering wheel was so tight I thought he might shatter it.The silence was thick, heavy, pressing down on me, and I felt my pulse quicken.

Ya Allah! Did I do something wrong?

The ride was silent, charged with something I couldn't name but felt deep in my bones. When we finally reached home, I barely had time to unbuckle before he was by my side, yanking open my door and lifting me as though I weighed nothing. A sharp gasp left my lips as he threw me over his shoulder, ignoring my protests, striding through the house and straight to our bedroom.

"Put me down! Rayan, what are you doing?" My voice was frantic, breathless.

But he didn't answer, not even a word. He was quiet, driven by some dark, fierce resolve I didn't understand but could feel in every fiber of my being.

By the time he set me down on the bed, my heart was pounding, and I felt like prey trapped in the gaze of a predator. His hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, and I shivered at the intensity there.

"Before I let you go out there, what did I tell you, Hazel?" he demanded, his voice dark and low. "You belong to me. MINE. And that counts your every laugh, every tear, every inch of you... Even your soul. Did you forget that?"

"No... it wasn't like that," I stammered, feeling the burn of his possessive words sear into me. "It was just... courtesy."

But my protests only seemed to fuel his anger. His gaze darkened as if each word of mine had betrayed him, and I could feel him pulling me into his storm.

"Today....You'll be realized whom you belong to" he said, his voice dangerously low.

He reached for my hijab, fingers brushing against my neck as he slowly tugged it off, letting it slip from his fingers. He tilted my face up, then his lips were crushed on mine, fierce and possessive. I tried to push him away, tried to hold on to whatever resistance I had, but the heat of his kiss burned away all my defenses. I whimpered, feeling myself surrendering, my own body betraying me under his touch, leaving me helpless in his arms.

His mouth trailed from my lips to my jaw, then lowered. Each wet kiss sent sparks to my core, intensifying the tension building deep inside. When his hands moved to my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it, I should have stopped him. But I couldn't. My mind had surrendered to the fierce pull between us, my body responding to each of his touches with a desperation I hadn't known before.

His fingers trailed over my collarbone, down to the exposed skin, his lips following, worshipping every inch as if savoring his claim over me. As he bit gently on the exposed skin just above my heart, a soft moan escaped me. "Sa... Sar... faraaz..."

His gaze lifted to meet mine, a spark of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Call me Raaz, Édesem," he commanded softly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Raaz," I whispered, barely able to speak. I was at his mercy, lost in the intensity of his touch. My fingers tangled in his hair as he moved lower and bit, pinched my already aroused breasts over my laced bra. I let out another moan louder, feeling the tension build within me, raw and powerful.

When his hand slipped beneath my skirt, tracing my thigh and tugging down my panties with maddening slowness, I cursed under my breath, gasping as the fabric slid down. His dark gaze holding mine, a silent promise of what was to come.

"I'm going in, Hazel. If you want me to stop, this is your last chance," he whispered, his voice so smooth it felt like a caress. "Just say it: 'My smile, my tears, my body, and my very soul belong only to you', and I'll stop."

But I couldn't say a word. I was completely under his spell, too lost in the feel of his touch, the need building inside me like a fire I couldn't control.

"Then I'll take your silence as your answer. Greet me, Édesem," he murmured against my ear, sending shivers down my spine as his finger slipped into my warm precious spot, moving slowly, filling me with an intimacy that made my heart race.

I gasped, clutching his arms as his finger started moving with an unrelenting purpose. I was lost to his rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that built with each second, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His lips captured mine again, silencing my moans as his finger explored me.

My breath quickened, and a cry escaped me. "Raaz... please..." I moaned, clinging to him as he increased the pace.

My nails bit into his arms as he added a second finger, stretching me with a delicious ache that left me breathless.

"Damn... Édesem," he muttered, savoring me as he moved deeper, his fingers curling just enough to send a surge of pleasure through me, his other hand tangling in my hair lightly pulling them. "You're so fucking tight... only for me."

The possessiveness in his voice made me shiver, and I felt a desperate need to please him, to be everything he wanted. His words wrapped around me, breaking down my defenses.

"R...raaz... I... I'm... I'm close..." I gasped, my voice a strangled plea as he picked up the pace higher, his fingers moving with a skill that left me trembling.

"Not yet... not until I say so, Édesem," he commanded, his voice thick with control, his fingers curling just right hitting a spot, making my back arch.

"Who does your smile belong to, Hazel?" he demanded, his voice a low growl as his fingers moved faster, coaxing me higher.

"Y..you..." I gasped, feeling my control slipping, my entire body obeying his command. "Only... only you."

"Good," he murmured satisfied by the answer, his continued thrusting possessively as though he claimed every sound that escaped me.

"Now, let it out... all of it," he commaned, and the moment the words left his mouth, I shattered, my body arching as waves of ecstasy rolled over me, leaving me gasping, my mind a hazy mess, barely able to comprehend anything but the overwhelming pleasure. Tears escaped my eyes from the intensity of the orgasm just rushed through me.

And him? He watched me as I came, his gaze intense as he pulled his fingers away, licking them slowly, his eyes locked with mine. A dark thrill shot through me at his unapologetic gaze, and I felt my cheeks flushed even deeper.

"That's...so..... gross," I managed, breathless and embarrassed by the raw intimacy of it all.

He chuckled, a wicked smile curving his lips. "No, Édesem," he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Every part of you feels like heaven to me. And this? This is my favorite taste."

I felt my cheeks burn, my pulse still racing. I closed my eyes, trying to process what just happened, feeling both overwhelmed and vulnerable. How could he do this to me? He is claiming me in a way that I could not resist anymore.

If I'm his Siren, then he is my Maelstrom-unforgiving, consuming, drawing me deeper until I'm utterly lost within him.

As I lay there, still catching my breath, I felt a warm, soft movement between my legs. Confused, I looked down, only to see him gently cleaning me with a warm towel. My cheeks flushed, feeling exposed, utterly bare under his attentive care. The intimacy of the act surprised me, leaving me both vulnerable and... oddly comforted.

I couldn't help but break the silence, voice barely a whisper, "You...won't do something to him, right?" I was afraid to even say Salman's name, afraid to provoke his anger.

His gaze snapped to mine, narrowed and intense. "You shouldn't think of that bastard after all this, Hazel."

My pulse quickened as his words struck me, and I stammered, "I'm not. I'm just...asking."

"For now, he's safe, he will be strictly warned by the VC personally though," he replied, a dark edge to his voice. "But if he dares to do anything like this again, I'll personally end him not only his career but his life too"

A spark of anger flared in me, simmering at his possessive tone. I couldn't hold it back.

"You can't be like this," I shot back. "You promised me a life outside this house. You decided I wasn't your prisoner anymore, remember? The moment I step outside, I don't forget our relationship or my boundaries, Sarfaraaz. It was just courtesy, a laugh, nothing more. If you can't control this anger, this possessiveness, then lock me back up here. I don't need your charity." My words tumbled out in one furious breath, and I pulled myself up, turning toward the door.

Before I could make it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back against him.

"Let me go," I demanded, but my voice was softer than I wanted.

"Never, Édesem," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through me. "I got jealous," he admitted, and the honesty in his words shocked me.

"I can't stand any man near you, not when I know what they're thinking," he continued, his grip tightening as he spoke. "And I could tell he was interested, even with a ring on your finger. I can read people too well."

"Then why can't you read my thoughts, Sarfaraaz?" I snapped, the hurt welling up in my eyes."Can't you see? I'm loyal to this... to us. Even though I don't know what our future holds, I-"

Before I could finish, his lips pressed softly against mine, silencing my doubts. The tenderness in his touch surprised me, melting the anger and confusion swirling inside me.

"Never say that, Édesem," he murmured against my lips. "You are my forever. You're the most beautiful thing that's happened to me in twenty years. I hate admitting it, but... I'm terrified of losing you." He gave me another gentle kiss, and I felt my resolve soften, surprised and shaken.

"I'll try my best not to be jealous," he continued in that rough, grumpy tone that somehow made my chest ache. "But I can't promise it."

I huffed, threading my fingers through his hair, trying to cling to the last shred of defiance. "You'll always be a monster."

"Yes," he replied with a glint of dark humor in his eyes, "but I'll be your personal monster. Only you can tame me, Édesem." His hands rubbed my shoulders, his touch both comforting and possessive, a reminder that, despite the chaos between us, I was being connected to his soul every passing day.

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(Two days later)

A tall, dark silhouette slipped through the high walls of Sarfaraaz's estate, his footsteps silent as shadows across the lawn. His movements were precise, the ease of a man who knew how to blend into darkness, a hunter in enemy territory. Kaan Barci hadn't come for a casual visit-his purpose was far darker. He was here to end Sarfaraaz, to close the chapter on years of festering hatred. Hearing him being happy burnt his soul in an explicable way. The friend he trusted only gave him pain.

As he crept closer, determined to carry out his vendetta, he stopped, his attention caught by an unexpected sight.

There, in a sunlit patch of the lawn, was a woman. Her laughter drifted like soft music in the evening air, so out of place in this world of violence and vengeance. She sat cross-legged on the grass, her fingers teasing a white cat that pawed back playfully. A boy-Muneeb, Kaan recognized instantly-sat beside her, laughing as she ruffled his hair. The sight of her bright smile and the warmth in her eyes pulled Kaan to a halt, his cold exterior faltering just for a moment.

Without realizing it, he murmured under his breath, "egy angyal."
( an angel).

She was nothing like the people he was accustomed to, and something about her presence seemed to pierce through the deadened part of him, a part he'd long thought numb.

"Now I see why Sarfaraaz is turning into a human," he murmured himself, almost in awe. There was something ethereal about her, something soothing, an innocence that felt foreign in his brutal world. The warmth she radiated seemed to cut through him, lingering like a haunting melody.

He smirked, his gaze sharpening, but his voice softened, barely more than a whisper. "Because he found an angel."

As the words slipped from his lips, a darker thought crept into his mind, a raw, possessive desire stirring within him.

"But.....I want her for mine," he muttered, the quiet resolve in his voice carrying an unspoken challenge.

In that moment, she was not just a beautiful stranger in Sarfaraaz's world. She was a spark, a softness that taunted him with a glimpse of -something pure he hadn't thought he'd want-or deserved. But Kaan Barci was not one to be denied. He would find a way to claim that spark of light for himself, no matter the cost.

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It was afternoon. I was at the lawn taking Muneeb and Marshmallow. Spending time with them was the favourite part of the day.
As I set Marshmallow free from my lap and watched him dash off toward the flower bed, Muneeb followed, chuckling. A smile crept on my face seeing Muneeb so happy.

But then, a shadow caught my attention....a figure stepping forward from the edge of the trees, tall and dressed impeccably, a power aura glistening from his that made the air heavy. He moved with a quiet precision, a man at ease in places he had no right to be.

I didn't recognize him, yet he looked at me as though he already knew more than he should. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory smile, his gaze steady as it swept over me.

"Forgive my unannounced visit," he said, his voice smooth, but laced with something darker. "I'm Kaan. Kaan Barci. I didn't expect to find such beauty in Sarfaraaz's fortress."

I blinked, surprised and a little off balance. Something about his presence-his calm, assured manner-felt too close, too intense. But I kept my voice polite. "I wasn't expecting company either," I said, my tone as steady as I could make it. "You must be... a friend of Sarfaraaz?"

Kaan chuckled softly, it didn't reach his eyes or sounded real . "Friend?" He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "I suppose that depends on how you define it. Let's just say... Sarfaraaz and I know each other well enough. Acquaintances with a colorful past followed by bitterness."

I felt a flicker of unease at his words, the tension just beneath his playful tone. But he went on, eyes warming as he looked at me, almost as if I were the only one there. "Though, I must admit, finding you here... well, it's an unexpected pleasure. Not everyone gets to meet an angel."

His gaze held an admiration, but there was something in it-a possessiveness, a hint of something raw and barely controlled. I forced a small smile, feeling the need to keep the conversation brief. "That's... kind of you to say. But I'm just... ordinary."

Kaan took a step closer, close enough that I could feel his intensity even more. "Ordinary?" He almost laughed, eyes glinting with something mischievous and yet dangerous. "No... not even close. If you're ordinary, then the word itself seems to need a new definition."

The flattery might have flustered me under different circumstances, but here, I only felt a subtle unease settling into my bones. "Well," I said, nodding politely, "I hope your reunion with Sarfaraaz brings you the purpose you came for."

He let out a short laugh, the darkness in it unmistakable. "Perhaps. But meeting you, Tania..." His voice softened, and his gaze held a hint of longing, almost a gentle sadness. "Maybe that was my true purpose..all along."

I managed a polite nod, the tightness in my chest growing as the stranger said my name. How did he know me?

"I think you give me too much credit, Mr. Kaan. Sarfaraaz... doesn't exactly entertain this type of thought regarding me"

"Ah, I see" he let out a soft, wicked smile, his voice dropping lower, "but I could care less about it. At least, not anymore."

The weight of his gaze lingered as I took a step back, feeling the need to put space between us. I turned to leave, intending to put this unsettling encounter behind me-only to walk straight into the solid form of Sarfaraaz.

Before I could react, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, his touch both comforting and commanding. I looked up, meeting his intense gaze, the fire in his eyes unmistakable.

"What brings you here?" Sarfaraaz's voice was ice, every syllable edged with warning as he glared past me to Kaan. "We're not close to visits... not anymore."

Kaan's lips curved into a taunting smirk, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, "True Sarfaraaz....But I suppose some things are worth revisiting. Especially when there's such... unexpected beauty to appreciate."
His gaze slid pointedly back to me.

Sarfaraaz's grip on my waist tightened, a dark energy spread across the lawn. The air felt charged, thick with unspoken animosities. I could almost feel it....two tall, dangerously beautiful men, both with the capacity to destroy, standing on the verge of a silent battle, all while I stood between them, caught in the tension.

Without breaking his intense stare, Sarfaraaz pulled me closer to his side, his jaw clenched, warning and possessive. "If you've come here for anything other than your goodbye, you'll find yourself... disappointed," he said, his voice a lethal whisper.

Kaan gave a low, mocking chuckle. "Disappointment? Well, I suppose that depends what I truly want." He glanced at me, his gaze lingering one last time. "Until we meet again, Tania...az angyal.( The angel)

With that, he gave a final smirk before stepping back into the shadows, leaving the two of us alone in the strained silence that followed.

As Kaan disappeared into the shadows, Sarfaraaz's hands, still wrapped around my waist, found the bare skin beneath my fabric, his hold radiating possessiveness. He pulled me closer, pressing my chest against his, a silent declaration that left no space between us. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, a fire that seemed to ignite everything around us.

Without a word, he captured my lips in a powerful, claiming kiss. The force of it made my head spin, my thoughts scattering under the intensity of his touch. But as the kiss deepened, I felt the flame start to soften, his movements shifting from wild possession to something warmer, almost tender. His grip on my waist loosened, becoming a gentle caress that left my skin tingling.

When he finally pulled back, his temple rested against mine, both of us breathing heavily. His hands moved to cradle my face, his gaze locking onto mine-my hazel eyes meeting his stormy, dark brown ones, raw and turbulent.

"This is why I want to keep you hidden from the world," he murmured, his voice softened yet intense, each word weighted with purpose. "You're too pure, too innocent for this world of mine, Hazel. I don't want to lose you to the chaos that surrounds me."

With that, he drew me into his arms, holding me close. I could feel his heartbeat, rapid and uneven beneath my cheek, as if a storm raged within him.

The unexpected gentleness in his embrace, the way he clung to me, made me feel safe in a way I hadn't before. For the first time, his protectiveness and possessiveness didn't feel suffocating. It felt... reassuring.

Arrgh, Tania... He is going to be the death of you, my mind warned, a silent plea echoing in the back of my head.

And a strange part of me whispsred, 'maybe I was already dead-revived only by the touch of this dark, dangerously beautiful soul, a man who wore his monstrous mask with pride'.

But why did I feel that I saw something rare-a gentleness that flickered like a hidden flame, a softness I sensed in Rayaan... not in the ruthless Sarfaraaz everyone else saw.

This side of him was only revealed by him only when he held me close, when he whispered my name like a promise and kissed me as though he was claiming a part of my very soul.

You are getting bewitched by him for sure Tania Sarfaraaz Talukder..... I'm telling you..my mind warned me again.

And that's when it struck me-like a jolt straight to my core. Somewhere, buried deep in my heart, a part of me had already accepted him. Already surrendered. I was calling myself by his last name without even realizing it.

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