The Rule
He guided her gaze to meet his, their eyes locking in a charged, electric moment.
"I wouldn't need to force you," he whispered, his breath cold and minty. "I'll reduce you to a state of prayers and yearning, my dear. You'll beg for my touch." Inayat's chest heaved with a deep, shuddering breath, her skin burning where Samarth's fingers grazed her chin.
"I'll never..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, before adding, "Release me." Samarth's lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile.
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