⚠️Warning : This chapter contains Mature scenes (Not Explicit though 😉) so read at your own risk.

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The moment I heard about the gunshot incident, my heart clouded with the worst possible scenarios.

Sarfaraaz and Rahat had both been shot. The thought alone was unbearable. I couldn't stay abroad after hearing such devastating news. I rushed to the airport, booking the first available flight.

I thought my worry would be for Sarfaraaz-the man I'd claimed to love for years. But when I closed my eyes, it wasn't his face I saw. It was Rahat's.

His easy smile, the quiet strength in his gaze, the way he always seemed to be there without demanding anything in return...it all came rushing to me.

Why was this happening? It wasn't that I cared less about Sarfaraaz. But for Rahat... there was something different. Something raw and unfamiliar. The fear of losing him twisted something inside me, and I didn't know how to untangle it.

When I finally reached the hospital, I learned Sarfaraaz was stable. Relief flooded me, but it was short-lived. Rahat was still in surgery, and the anxiety clawing at me in an inexpiable way.

Now, standing in Rahat's hospital room, I couldn't stop the whirlwind of emotions. Sarfaraaz and Tania had left a while ago, and for the first time, my heart didn't ache at the sight of them together.

Maybe my heart had finally learned to accept defeat. After years of loving someone who never looked my way, it was exhausted.

I saw it today-Sarfaraaz's happiness with Tania. Their bond was undeniable, something far beyond revenge or hatred. It was love. A love I had always longed for but never had.

But right now, my heart wasn't aching for Sarfaraaz. It was upset with Rahat. How could he be so reckless? How could he fail to protect himself? When he said he was in pain, it felt like something inside me was breaking.

"Sana," his voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I looked at him silently, emotions swirling inside me, threatening to spill over.

"Are you upset with me?" he asked softly, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern.

"I have nothing to say to you. I've stayed long enough. I'll be going," I said, getting up to leave.

"Then why did you come all the way here, canceling your trip?" His words froze me mid-step.

"You said you were more worried about me than him. Has my place in your heart... upgraded, Istennő? ( Goddess) " he teased, his voice low and husky. Before I could respond, his hand reached out, slipping around my waist. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me.

"I don't know what you're talking about. And why are you out of bed? You're still recovering!" I said, turning around to push him gently back down.

He obeyed, but his fingers lingered on mine, tugging me to sit beside him. "See? You care. So why are you upset with me, Sana?" His finger tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"You need to protect yourself better. What if something had happened to you?" My voice cracked, the vulnerability in it surprising even me. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked furiously, trying to hold them back.

"Sana..." he whispered, his hands cupping my face with a tenderness that undid me. "No one has ever shown this kind of concern for me. Stop, or I'll start believing I mean something to you, Istennő."

His words and the emotion in his gaze only deepened the storm in my heart.

"Rahat... I don't know what's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you. What spell have you cast on me? All these years, you cared for me, but now... something's changed," I admitted, my voice trembling.

"It's the revelation of my feelings, Istennő. My love for you. Do you... feel the same?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope, his eyes searching mine.

"I'm not sure yet," I said honestly. "But I know I can't escape you anymore."

"Then don't escape, babe. I'm here for you, always. Take all of me, Sana. I've been yours for years," he said, his tone soft but certain.

I placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Don't you dare say that. You're not an object. I could not use you. Not anymore . I think... I need you," I whispered, my eyes drifting to his lips, which trembled slightly under my touch.

The warmth surging from his lips..the pull was irresistible. I leaned forward, replacing my finger with my lips. His sharp intake of breath told me I'd shocked him, but I didn't pull away.

"Then I'm all yours," he murmured against my lips before pulling me closer. His kiss deepened, passion and tenderness entwined as he claimed me with a fervor that left me breathless.

I didn't know what had come over me or what the future held. But at that moment, I knew one thing....I couldn't let go of this man.
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"You'll be the death of me, Sarfaraaz Talukder Rayan," I murmured, placing my hand over his. My annihilator, my forced husband, and shockingly... my 'Prince Charming.'

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Sarfaraaz-the monster who turned my life upside down-would be the one I had waited for since childhood, the one I dreamed of marrying.

Destiny, it seems, plays its cruelest games when you least expect it. I had always wanted to be his wife, and destiny made it happen, but in a way I was never prepared for.

Yet, somehow, it felt right. The restlessness, the guilt of going to a date with another man while being married to Sarfaraaz, was gone. Despite everything, I couldn't deny that he was my husband, no matter how he had claimed the title.

"Hazel?" His deep, familiar tone pulled me back to the present.

"Huh?" I blinked, realizing I was now standing in front of the dining table.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing toward the shrug draped over my shoulders.

"There's no one here but the guards outside. You can be comfortable," he reassured me, his voice gentle but firm, sensing my hesitation.

He's already seen the worst of you, my mind reminded me. And it was true we crossed that boundary long ago.

I nodded, and he slipped the heavy, full-sleeved embroidered shrug off my shoulders, leaving me in the sleeveless corset gown beneath. The fabric clung to me like a second skin, accentuating every curve. The deep neckline revealed more cleavage I ever shown, making me instinctively pull the dress up to cover myself.

"It won't fall, Édesem," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress against my ear. "I tied the lace carefully myself."

A shiver ran down my spine as he pressed a feather-light kiss on my exposed shoulder where my mole was, lingering for a moment before moving to the other side of the table to take his seat opposite me. My heart raced, betraying my calm exterior.

"I thought of hiring staff to serve us tonight," he said, his deep voice sending warmth through me, "but I didn't want to ruin our privacy. Tonight, I'll serve you, Princess."

He leaned forward and removed the lids from the dishes, revealing an array of my favorite foods.

I stared in surprise. "I never told you about my favorite dishes. How did you know?"

"I've known you for far longer than you realize, Édesem," he said with a mysterious smile. "Now, eat."

I frowned, confused. I had thought he'd known me for a year at most, yet tonight he revealed another side of himself ; one that both intrigued and unnerved me.

As I started eating I felt his lingering gaze over me.

"Aap aise hi takte rahenge mujhe?"
(Will you just keep staring at me like that?)
I teased, meeting his gaze.

"Main apni biwi aur Princess ko na dekho?" (Shouldn't I admire my wife and Princess?) he replied softly , his eyes darkening with intensity. "You look ethereal, Édesem. It feels like I'm dining with my very own Apsara."

Damn him. Only he knows how to make my heart race, no matter how hard I try to mask it. My foolish heart betrayed me once again, beating violently for the man I called my annihilator.

Once dinner was complete, I rested on the plush couch tucked in the corner of the room, letting the warm atmosphere settle over me. Rayan excused himself, disappearing toward the washroom.

Left alone in the lavish mansion, my thoughts wandered to Baba. For the first time, he hadn't wished me on my birthday, let alone surprised me with a gift. A pang of sadness clutched my heart.

Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Panic crept in.
"Sarfaraaz?" I called out, my voice shaky.
"Rayan? Where are you? I'm getting scared," I said, standing up.

A child's laughter echoed through the room, and a sudden flash of light made me shield my eyes. When I opened them, the wall had transformed into a giant screen, illuminated by a projector.

I gasped. On the screen was a baby-me in Baba's arms, laughing joyfully as his warm chuckles filled the room.

"This..." I whispered, tears already brimming in my eyes.

The scene shifted to another memory where Baba was teaching me how to ride a bicycle. Then another Baba coaching me in basic self-defense, his voice encouraging while I whined in frustration. Memory after memory played out, snapshots of the life I once lived, filling the room with the echoes of laughter and love.

I was a teary mess, smiling through my cries as I relived those precious moments.

A pair of arms snaked around my waist, startling me. But the warmth was familiar it was Rayan.

"I just wanted to remind you of the life you lived," he said softly, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"What's the point of showing me this? Can it change anything?" I whispered, my hands instinctively resting over his.

"I know it can't." He turned me around to face him, his thumbs gently wiping away my tears.

"But I can. I know I can't redo the past, but I can try to mend it. I'll make sure he embraces you someday, Édesem and I am looking for the right moment to do so. I need to have a talk with him" he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.

"You're really going to let go of your hatred?" I asked, my voice tinged with hesitation.

"I already have, Édesem. I only need you. And I'll keep trying to make you forget the bitterness of our past."

"Rayan..."

"I know I'm not the Prince Charming you dreamed of, but I want to be. I'll mold myself to become the man you deserve. Will you give me a chance?" His dark brown eyes glimmered with hope.

I hesitated, my heart and mind waging war. My heart screamed to give him a chance, but my mind warned me of the man I first met-the one filled with hatred. Could I trust this change?

After a long pause, I whispered, "I'll try. But I can't return home yet."
And don't break my heart, Rayan, I pleaded silently.

"Okay," he said, a sigh escaping his lips.

"But let me make your birthday unforgettable, Princess. Don't cry anymore. I meant every word I said, and I'll make it true at any cost," he said, cupping my face tenderly.

I nodded, my heart aching with fragile hope.

Rayan walked to the corner of the room, switching on the lights and turning off the projector. The soft music from earlier resumed, this time perfectly synchronized for a dance.

"Now, may I have this dance, Princess?" he asked, stepping closer and bowing with a flourish, his tone dramatic yet warm, like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.

A soft laugh escaped my lips. "Sure, My Prince."

For tonight, let us be just two characters from a fairy tale, Rayan.
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Tania placed her hand in his as he guided her to the center of the room.

His hand rested on her back while their other hands intertwined. They began to sway, their movements fluid, like a scene from Cinderella.

With effortless grace, Rayan lifted her into the air and spun her around, as if this moment was the most natural thing in the world.

"You dance so well," Tania murmured, unable to hide her amazement.

"Safina taught me," he replied softly, a tender smile gracing his lips. "She was preparing for her prom and needed a partner at home."

"She did a great job," Tania said quickly, her tone light, hoping to keep him from drifting into sadness.

Time passed, and their dance slowed, becoming more intimate and soothing. Tania rested her head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Rayan's arms encircled her waist as they swayed gently to the music, lost in the magic of the moment.

The night seemed to stretch endlessly, as if the universe conspired itself to let them savor every second.

"I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you for tonight," Tania admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "I truly felt like a princess today. Thank you, Rayan."

"It's nothing, Édesem," he murmured, his fingers tracing soft, invisible patterns on her exposed shoulder, sending shivers down her spine.

"I'll continue to treat you like this, once you're back with me."

"Okay," she whispered, her words barely audible. "I'll be waiting."

Rayan suddenly met her hazel eyes with an intensity that sent warmth coursing through her. Heat surged low in her abdomen, an ache she couldn't ignore.

"Then allow me the final honor, Princess," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He stepped back and knelt before her, his gaze darkening with desire.

"Let me be the one to please you- tonight and forever," he declared, his words intoxicating.

Tania felt her body respond, a flush of heat rising as she trembled under the weight of his gaze. Her core ached, and she felt the undeniable wetness of her longing, making her breath hitch.

The moment hung between them, charged with unspoken desire and an unrelenting pull that neither could deny.
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"Let your Prince Charming worship you, please you, My Princess," he murmured, his voice like a velvet caress, stripping away the last defenses I had left. His gaze alone ignited a fire in me, mirroring my concealed desires, leaving me soaked in anticipation.

I couldn't deny it-l wanted him. Desperately. I missed his touch, his kisses, the intimacy that bound us in ways words never could. Every memory of those stolen moments haunted me during the lonely nights in my hostel bed. He ignited a flame within me, one only he could quench, no matter how twisted our equation was.

Because deep down I know I fall for my annihilator, my monster and newly discovered prince charming. I seemed to sound insane but I could not lie to myself. What kept me stopping to acknowledge it was my fear of his change.

And now, here he was, kneeling before me, this man who commanded fear and respect from everyone around him. How could someone like him be so soft before me?

"I'm waiting, My Édesem," he said, his voice soft but laced with an edge that sent a shiver down my spine. "My knees won't hold me here forever."

I hesitated, my heart warring with my mind. But then, I bent down, my fingers trembling as they found his chin, tilting his face up to meet my gaze.

"Please me, My Prince," I whispered, the words slipping from my lips before I could second-guess them.

I didn't know where this would lead or what it meant for us. I only knew that, for tonight, I wanted to surrender to the moment. To him. Even though I was a little scared of the fact that I was still naive to the world of intimacy. But at that moment all I wanted was to be everything he wanted me to be.

"I'll make sure this night is unforgettable, My Princess," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Your Prince will savor every moment of you tonight."

Before I could process his words, his lips crashed against mine, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts like dry petals in the wind.

After more than two long months, I tasted this... tasted him. I hadn't even realized how much I missed and craved him until now. My lips moved in sync with his, matching his passion as though our longing, desire, and... something I dared not name... poured into this moment.

Lost in the kiss, I didn't notice when he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, cradling me in a bridal style. I gasped at the sudden movement, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. My eyes flickered toward our destination: a room.

The room was vast, its simplicity striking. It held no furniture save for an elegant bed draped with a black silk sheet and a large mirror adorning one wall. The dim lighting and scattered scented candles created an atmosphere so sensuous it was already working its magic on me.

"You arranged all of this in just two hours?" I asked, trying to mask the nervousness curling in my stomach. The room exuded a deliberate intent, leaving little to the imagination.

"Fifty people worked to make this evening perfect. Let's not waste their efforts by talking, Édesem," he replied, placing me gently on the floor, positioning me to face the mirror.

My devil had arranged everything, knowing I would surrender to him ultimately. Monster.

He stood behind me, his lips brushing against my neck, kissing and sucking in a way that sent shivers down my spine. A breathy moan escaped my lips.

"Look at yourself," he murmured, his voice a sinful caress. "See how angelic you look, just from my touch, Édesem."

His words were a command, and my eyes drifted to the mirror.

"Look at your lips, Hazel," he continued, his fingers tracing over them. "See how swollen they've become from my kiss."

He captured my lips again, this time with a fierceness that left me gasping. His teeth sank into my lower lip, drawing a soft cry from me. Taking advantage of my parted lips, his tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring with a hunger that made me tug at his hair in desperation.

"You have no idea how I fucking missed it. My home" he said in a low growl breaking the kiss while giving me a chance to catch my breath.

The next moment, I felt his lips behind my ear, licking and sucking a sensitive spot that drew another moan from me. The intensity of his touch sent a shockwave directly to my core making me wetter than I already was.

"Uhmm..Raaz"

"Fuck. It sounds so sexy when you call me this" he groaned against my neck as he gave wet, lingering kisses there going down. My head fell back, my breath hitching as I shamelessly craved more.

"Open your eyes, Princess. Look at yourself when I make you feel this good," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

I obeyed, opening my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, hazel eyes darkened with desire, lips parted as his mouth sucked my collarbone.

God, He was going to leave hickeys all over my skin by the time he was done with me.

I felt my knees weaken under the intensity of his slow, devilish, yet sweet torture.

Noticing my unsteadiness, he wrapped his strong, muscular arms securely around my waist, holding me firmly against him.

Standing behind me, he continued to savor me, just as he had promised, his touch a mix of possessiveness and passion.

Air choked on my throat when his one hand moved up and cupped my clothed breast giving it a firm squeeze.

"Fuck" I muttered under my breath as his lips trailed down my exposed cleavage giving there a silky lick before biting there. It feels damn good.

"Ughh. Curse doesn't suit your pretty sweet lips, Édesem" he groaned before grabbing my chin to tilt it to his side and capturing my lips again. This time the kiss was more raw, needy.

I found myself kissing him with the same fervour I didn't know I had inside me. Our tongue danced together fighting for dominance. My mouth filled with the taste of him overpowering myself. Slowly I felt him slowing his pace as if he wanted me to win this passionate sweet battle.

"You are so good at this kind of fight, my little temptress" he said in a low tone once pulled back. His words only built the need inside me. I panted hard while my head fell back resting against his chest.

I felt him kissing my shoulder again before his hand rested on the lace of my gown.

"May I, Princess?" his voice was so soft which felt like a warm blanket covering me from the world.

I didn't need to ask twice. My body was already on fire. I nodded only to find him already untangling the knot of my lace. Once he was finally done I felt the top of my gown go down. The chilly air hit my exposed skin sending me shivers. As the dress went down leaving me only on the strapless nude colored silicon pushup bras which looked almost like I wore nothing. The maximum part of my breast was visible. I could not help but cover myself with my hands.

I saw him pulling my dress down to let it kiss the ground leaving me on a black silk lacy underwear.

Why did I wear such a scandalous thing rather than my usual panties!

I instinctively stepped out of the gown trembling.

I heard a low growl escape his lips as I caught his reflection in the mirror, his predatory gaze stripping me bare, leaving me feeling completely exposed.

He slowly came closer and pulled my hands from my chest.

"Don't deprive me of this heavenly sight, Édesem," he murmured, his voice laced with dark desire. I felt him inhale deeply against my neck, savoring my scent, before he effortlessly scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

A wave of nervousness crawled over me as he gently placed me on the bed and began removing his shirt.

"It wouldn't look right for my Princess to be this exposed while her Prince Charming remains fully clothed, now would it?" he teased with a smirk.

My breath hitched as my eyes fell on his muscular body, still bearing the bandages and scars that told stories of his battles. Two of those scars were because of me-the first on his left arm from when I mistakenly shot him, and the second, a stabbing wound on his abdomen, a mark he bore to protect me.

Damn you Tania! You looked at him like this many times!

Relief flooded me when I realized he wasn't removing his pants. Though my throat went dry seeing the erection of him over cloth- waiting to come out piercing the fabric of this pant. He hovered over me, gently guiding me to lie back on the soft mattress.

He kissed my neck, each touch slow and deliberate, igniting a fire within me that left me wanting more. But the nervousness lingered.

"Sarfaraaz... I... I've never..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his dark brown eyes locking with mine, his expression softening but not losing its intensity.

"I know, Hazel. We won't be doing that tonight," he said, his voice deep and reassuring, though it carried an undercurrent of unspoken promises.

"But I'll make sure to give you the pleasure I promised," he added, his voice a velvety caress, rich with a dark promise that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

"And I'll be a little dirty tonight. Is that okay with you?" he asked softly, though his eyes darkened with a tormenting edge, as if hinting at the depths of what was to come.

His gaze alone left my mind hazy, yet beneath the haze, a sense of trust swelled within me. Whatever he planned, I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

"I... I'm fine with it," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling but resolute. At that moment, I realized there was no turning back-I had given myself to him completely.

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