Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...
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As I stood there, waiting in the underground garage, I heard the distinct sound of heels clicking on the concrete floor. The sound echoed through the space, growing closer with each step. I turned my head toward the source, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. There she was-Nandini, my little swan-looking like she had stepped out of a dream.
She was draped in a dark red gown, the fabric flowing behind her like a cascade of flames, with a high slit that teased with every step. The off-shoulder design added a touch of elegance, revealing just enough to tempt but not too much to overwhelm. The gown fit her like it was crafted by the hands of the gods, meant only for her. The look she carried was nothing short of commanding, exuding the aura of a mafia queen-dominant, fierce, and utterly captivating.
For the first time, I felt a pang of worry. How many eyes would be on her tonight? My possessiveness flared, surging like a tidal wave. She walked with a grace that was almost predatory, each step a declaration of power. Even I, the king of the underworld, felt the instinct to bow down before her commanding presence. She was perfect, and she was mine.
As she approached, I quickly hid the black feather I had been playing with behind my back. Using my powers, I transformed it into a delicate black feather chain with a matching pendant. It was an accessory that perfectly complemented my own outfit-dark, regal, and fitting for a devilish ruler of the night.
She stopped in front of me, raising her eyebrows in expectation, perhaps waiting for a compliment. Words escaped me for a moment; I was too caught up in the sight of her. But I gathered myself and stepped closer. The closer I got, the harder it was to resist the urge to pull her into my arms. Instead, I gently draped the chain around her neck, letting the pendant rest perfectly against her chest. She allowed me to do so with a smile, one that carried a hint of mischief.
I leaned in, pulling the chain slightly to bring her closer, and kissed the pendant, never breaking eye contact with her. "Never take it off, my little swan," I whispered, the words a mix of a command and a plea. She nodded, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked down at the pendant.
Her natural look was flawless, emphasizing her beauty without overpowering it. She was everything I could have imagined and more. With a gesture, I led her to my car, opening the door for her. She smiled, the kind that lit up her entire face, and said, "Thank you," before slipping inside. I followed, my heart pounding with an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time.
As we settled in, she showed me the pictures her best friend had taken earlier. I couldn't help but tease her, "So that's why my madam made me wait."
She played along, her smirk widening, "Yep, taking pictures is the first priority, after all."
I narrowed my eyes playfully and took her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her knuckles. She blushed, turning her attention to the view outside the window as we drove through the city. My phone rang, breaking the moment. It was Rakshit. I put the call on the speaker and gestured for Nandini to speak first.
