DEVIL’s GRIP
Nakshathrathe devil whispered in my eardevil's kissensnared by the devil's embracethe devil inside her
Zayden stood too close, his sharp gaze locked onto hers, the faintest hint of amusement playing at his lips.
“You should be careful,” he murmured, his voice deep, smooth, dripping with something dangerous.
Hema clutched the dupatta tightly, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with skin.
She looked terrified .
His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before flicking back up.
“I’d love to ruin your lipstick right now, would that be okay?,” he said, his voice carrying an edge of emotional turmoil.
Then, with an expression that sent every alarm in her body ringing, he leaned in
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