LOGIN"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces.
View MoreZAYAN"Tonight, I claimed it all for you"Her eyes burned into mine — sharp, steady, sacred."Yes," she whispered, defiant and breathless. "But only if you rule with me."Something twisted in my chest — dark, wild, consuming.I wasn't built for softness. I was forged from fire and violence. My hands were meant for war, not worship. And yet... here I was, kneeling over her like she was divinity itself. Not because I was weak — but because in her chaos, I'd found the only religion I'd ever believe in."You think I could ever stand beside you?" I asked, voice hoarse, my thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip. "I'm not a king, Anaya. I'm the weapon you use to kill kings."She grinned — wicked, knowing."Good. Because I don't need a crown on your head. I need blood on your hands... for me."God.She was terrifying.And she was mine.I crashed my lips to hers again, more desperate than before. Every part of me demanded her — not in pieces, not in moments — but all at once. Like she was a
DUAAThe crown felt heavier than I expected.Not just the weight of the gold. But the weight of centuries. Of blood spilled in hidden rooms. Of truths buried in stone. Of betrayal wrapped in silk smiles.And now it sat on my head.The council chamber fell into hushed reverence. The stained glass behind me bled royal colors across the marble, red and violet across my skin like warpaint. A thousand eyes watched me—some with awe, some with fear. Some, still, with doubt.But I didn't flinch.I had learned from him.I had learned from Zayan Khan how not to break when the world wanted to see you shatter.The velvet robe trailed behind me as I descended the three marble steps to the platform. Guards flanked me. But I didn't need them anymore.I had become my own armor."I know what you're thinking," I said, voice clear as steel across the chamber. "She's too young. Too emotional. Too unprepared. But you've mistaken kindness for weakness. And silence... for survival."Zayan Khan words.I walk
ZAYANI felt her body melt against mine — not in surrender, not yet — but in shock. In remembrance. Her lips trembled beneath mine, caught between fear and something far more dangerous: recognition.Her hands didn't push me away.They clutched my shirt.Desperate. Conflicted.God, she still didn't remember who she was. Not fully. But her body did. Her soul did.And that was enough for now.I broke the kiss slowly, dragging her lower lip between my teeth, just to hear that tiny sound she made — half gasp, half need.Her eyes fluttered open."Zayan..." she breathed, as if saying my name alone could burn her tongue.I smiled. Not soft. Not safe. The kind of smile men wore before pulling the trigger. "Say it again."She didn't.So I gripped her jaw harder, tilting her face up to me."Say. It. Again."Her throat worked. "Zayan."I kissed her again, but this time it wasn't slow. It was rough. Deep. Like a man claiming a war prize. Like every second apart had driven me mad. And maybe it had.
Before turning back to the crowd. "She's the real Anaya. And anyone who denies it—will answer to me.""Lies! This is a setup!" Arsh roared. "Zayan has manipulated this whole—""ENOUGH!" I screamed.All the memories. On the day when i was found half dead it was him. Arsh khan. Who took me from the car and throw me in the forest leaving me there to die.My voice cracked through the air like lightning.Everyone stared at me.I stepped forward, letter in hand, and faced Arsh."I remember now," I whispered, louder than any scream. "You... you took me. You took me when I was a child. You erased my identity. You replaced me with her."Fake Anaya was trembling now, her hands clutching her precious gown like it was her last protection."And now..." I turned to face the press, the ministers. My people."...I take it all back."Zayan stepped beside me, his palm pressed on the small of my back, possessive and steady.I can sense a smirk on his face."I don't need a test. I don't need proof. This
A thunderstorm rages outside Arsh Khan's office. Zayan stands like a shadow in the dim light — wet, cold, untouchable. Arsh is behind his desk, tense, but trying to act superior.Zayan's boots echoed like gunshots against the marble floor as he entered the office. His storm-black shirt clung to his
She choked on a sob. "They stole my life...""And I'll steal theirs," I growled, voice shaking with the storm inside me. "Every single one of them. Arsh Khan. That bitch. And every fucking person they have ever met in their entire life."Her fingers curled into my shirt.I pulled her into my chest
Because her resistance only fueled the wildfire I was.She was trembling now, pressed hard against the cold stone wall like it could save her.Pathetic wall.I pulled back just enough to look at her face — red, breathless, her eyes wild and glassy with confusion. Fear. Something else."You think yo
The seconds stretched.The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths and the distant drip of water from the bathroom.Duaa stayed frozen.And that... that was enough to snap whatever leash Zayan had left on his control.Without warning, he spun her around, slamming her back against the cold






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