ADHVAY’S POV

My head pounded mercilessly as I struggled to open my eyes, the weight of last night’s alcohol pressing down on me  , but the moment I tried to move, a sharp pull at my wrists snapped me fully awake.

I blinked against the blinding morning light, my vision blurry, only to realize my hands were tied above me to the headboard, rough restraints biting into my skin.

For a second, I thought the hangover was playing tricks on me, but when I shifted again, the ropes tightened, scraping against my raw nerves and sending a spike of panic through the haze in my mind. My throat burned and the room spun slightly as I tried to lift my head.

The mattress beneath me felt unfamiliar, the air colder than it should have been  . This is not my chamber, this is Myra’s bedroom.

I forced my eyes wider, breath turning uneven, heart hammering not from the alcohol now but from the terrifying realization that I was tied to a bed and I had no memory of how I got here.

My vision cleared slowly, painfully, and  I saw her—Myra, standing a few feet away from the bed.    She looked unreal, almost dangerous in the way she held the gun steady in her hand.

Her T-shirt clung to her frame,  the soft fabric outlining every curve,  fitted jeans, and high ponytail that only made her presence more devastating, more distracting than the weapon pointed in my direction.

No servants were nearby, no guards stood at the door, the room was silent except for the ragged sound of my own breathing.

We were alone. Completely alone. I blinked hard, trying to steady my thoughts, but the image didn’t disappear.

She didn’t look frightened.   She looked calm—terrifyingly calm. My pulse pounded harder, though I couldn’t tell if it was  confusion, or the reckless heat that stirred in my veins at the sight of her standing over me like that, powerful , sexy and in control.

I tugged instinctively at the restraints around my wrists, the ropes digging into my skin, but my eyes never left her.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, how the woman who made me lose control with a single glance now held my life between her fingers.

“Myra?” I asked slowly, my voice rough from the dryness in my throat and the confusion clawing its way through my mind.

“Yes, baby, finally you’re awake.” She walked toward me with unsettling confidence, a smirk playing on her lips as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.

“Why am I tied up?” I asked, straining against the ropes around my wrists.

She laughed, but it wasn’t light or playful.

It was bitter, sharp, reminding me how effortlessly she could shift from breathtakingly beautiful to utterly terrifying.

“I’m going to remind you of your promise, Adhvay.”

Confusion shot through me, sharp and immediate. “What promise?”

“You said you wouldn’t hide anything from me, didn’t you?” She stepped closer, invading my space until her face hovered inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin, her gaze unwavering.

“Yes,” I answered honestly, my heart pounding harder now . “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? I’m going to fix that,” she murmured, pulling her face away slowly, deliberately. “Are you sure you’re not hiding anything from me?”

She dragged a chair across the floor and placed it beside the bed, the sound scraping against my nerves. Sitting down  calm, she folded her arms and watched me.

My mind suddenly locked onto the one truth I had never dared to tell her. The truth that would terrify her if she ever understood its depth. The truth of how dangerously, obsessively crazy I was about her.

“God… you are looking so sexy with that gun in your hand,” I said, my voice low and rough despite the tension coiling in the room.

“I am not going to leave you until you say exactly what you are hiding from me,” she said, completely unbothered by the compliment I had just given her.

There was no blush, no hesitation, no flicker of distraction.

Only sharp focus.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, forcing confusion into my voice even though I knew exactly what she meant.

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. My mind raced despite the hangover, thoughts colliding violently.

How did she know? Had Sreehan told her something he should not have? Or had I been reckless enough to blabber like a drunken fool last night.

“Don’t act innocent. I knew what you were truly capable of,” she said, her eyes sharp,  and dangerously sexy at the same time.

“If you knew what I was capable of,” I replied slowly, my voice dropping into a darker register, “you should have also known that if I ever tied you up like this, I wouldn’t just sit beside you and talk.”

She gulped hard, and for a fleeting second, her composure cracked before she straightened again,

“What did you do to your grandfather, Adhvay? ” she asked, her voice losing its earlier tease and turning sharp,

“Tell me the truth, or I don’t mind torturing you all day.”

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Adhvay isn’t a green flag or a moral man. He has his flaws . he’s toxic, dark, and unpredictable. Yet one thing is clear, he will always make sure Myra is safe. He is  obsessed with her, his love is beyond limits. He is a powerful man who wields his strength to crush every obstacle before it can even come close to touching her.

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You just have to Choose the one whose obsession with you consumes him, whose ego kneels before you, who worships you like you are the only goddess  ever existed, and would tear the world apart to keep you untouched.

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