ZAYANA letter.A new truth.A new mystery to solve.A new burden to my chest."I'm coming," I said sharply and hung up.But I didn't move.I leaned down, brushing my nose against hers, breathing her in like a man gasping after drowning in hell."You stay here," I whispered, voice dark and low. "Don't run. Don't cry. Don't even fucking think of disobeying me again, jaan.""I won't let this letter change anything between us."She blinked, visibly shaken.I kissed her forehead again — not soft. Possessive. Marking her.And then I stood, fixing my collar, eyes still locked on her as she sat there, dazed, flushed, ruined—and entirely mine."I'll be back, Mrs. Zayan Khan," I muttered."And when I return..."I smirked darkly."You won't be able to walk for days."The air inside Kabir's private study was thick. Ancient, suffocating, familiar.Dust still floated around, tiny ghosts dancing in the dim light that slashed through the wooden blinds. The entire room smelled like old paper, burnt m
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