ログインAuthor's POV She pulled her legs close to her chest, burying her face in them. Tears ran freely like a river that was not stopping anytime soon, nor calming down.She could feel his intense gaze piercing through her sharply. It was heavy, but she didn’t care. Her emotions were shattered, scattered all around like sharp glass. Every piece would hurt more if she tried to collect them, so she just let herself cry her heart out.She didn’t lift her head from her knees, didn’t try to speak or protest.Because what was the point?He was taking her away from everything. From her mother. Making her lose control of her emotions. She didn’t want to go not to a place where monsters wore human skin, not to a world where her voice got lost and her body was a toy.She wanted to scream, to fight for herself, to argue.But in the end… she already knew.She would lose.She was nothing in front of him, she thought. Maybe running would save her from him, but no here she was again in his grip. She could
Author's POV As they walked toward the nearby temple for the puja, Aria kept her distance, doing everything she could to avoid him. Her steps were slow, avoiding him.But Vincent . He couldn't look away.His eyes don't move from her; he captured every small movement.She didn’t know how hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself. To let her pretend like he wasn’t there.But still his eyes followed her quietly like a shadow.She was avoiding him like he was poison.And he was watching her like she was the cure to his madness. There is so much going on in her mind.Everything was ready, It was finally the moment for them to sit together, side by side.Aria’s every attempt to keep distance from him had failed. Her mother had insisted they sit for the rituals as husband and wife, and she had no choice but to follow. Her heart beat unsteadily as she sat beside him.The priest began the puja, his chants echoing softly in the morning air. But Vincent ’s presence was the only thing sh
Author's POV Aria stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. Her eyelashes were heavy from exhaustion. Her body was too tired to get up, but her old habits made her sit up on the bed slowly, rubbing her eyes, trying to wash away the sleep.She blinked once, twice, looking around, trying to adjust to the light and understand where she was.As her gaze moved around the familiar walls, the soft curtain light slipping through the window, she realized… she was home. At her mother’s house.In confusion, she looked around again in realization.Because the last thing she remembered was the beach, the house, the glowing water and Vincent’s memories came rushing back into her mind.She remembered everything, the intimacy, the drinking, threatening him but most of all, the most embarrassing part was trying to squeeze his ass and calling it cute.Her hand flew to her face in horror.“I did that?” she whispered to herself in disbelief. “You should have listened to your inner voice, idiot.” S
Authors POV The heat of spices filled the kitchen air, making it hard for Vincent to breathe in it. His hands were moving fast as he fixed everything together in the pan, ignoring the growing itching through his hands and whole body.His skin had slightly turned red, a reaction from the spices, something he had always had.He turned off the flame and poured the food onto a plate, then he stood there… staring at the food with an unreadable expression,as if silently asking himself, Is it good enough?He picked up a spoon, scooped a bite, and pushed it into his mouth.The moment the spices hit his tongue, his body reacted, the burning sensation spreading instantly through his throat and nose.He stumbled back, pulling the fridge open. His shaky hand gripped the cold water bottle.He gulped it down fast, trying to cool the fire inside his mouth.He leaned back against the counter, breathing heavily. His mouth was still burning, but despite all this, there was something in his eyes. It w
Author's POV He was serious? They had just come down from an overwhelming high, and she could barely breathe, let alone take more of his intensity. The thought crossed her mind as her eyes stayed on his.Her body was tired, her legs weak.The idea of him taking her from behind, so raw, so dominating, sent a flush of fear and helplessness through her.She shook her head. "I can’t," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I’m... I’m too tired."His expression was blank and unreadable. She closed her eyes, expecting the force of his will.But instead of harshness… there was silence following.The shower water stopped.She felt the gentle press of a towel against her damp hair. Her eyes slowly opened in disbelief. His movements were slower and, as always, quieter.He wrapped the towel around her, scooping her up into his arms.He carried her into the dressing room. As he opened the cabinet, her eyes widened. One side was filled with men’s clothes, and the other one was filled with women’s cloth
Author's POV He turns on the shower and sets her down gently before stepping inside with her. Aria’s legs are trembling slightly, still weak from what happened in the water.The sound of the water running echoed in the tiled bathroom.Aria stood still, her eyes capturing his every move without saying anything. His hand went to his soaked pants pocket.He pulled out a small red velvet box.She just looked at him in confusion, trying to understand what he was doing.He opened it. A soft chime broke through the sound of the water. He removed the anklet with slow reverence.The silver payal shimmered like moonlight on a blade, beautiful, fragile. Tiny ghungroos lined its curve, each one silent for now, as though waiting for permission to dance.He just looked at her… like he was offering her a crown, or chaining her forever.He sat down on his knees, his hand reached for her feet, but Aria instantly pulled herself back. In the movement, her eyes met his, her breath hitched.She got to kn







