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"Let me go!" she shouted at him, her voice echoing through the opulent halls of the sprawling mansion.

"From now on, you will be living here with me," he said, his words cutting through the tense silence as he reached out to delicately tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, the luxurious surroundings serving as a stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind.

"What?" she exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief at the audacity of his declaration.

"You heard me, Aru," he repeated, his tone laced with authority and possessiveness, as if the mansion itself obeyed his every command.

"I won't," she declared, her voice trembling with defiance as she struggled against his grip.

"Whether you like it or not, you will live with me, Aru," he asserted, his voice brooking no argument as he tightened his hold on her, his dominance suffusing the air around them like an invisible barrier.

"Stop calling me Aru!" she protested, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and anguish as she pushed him away, the grandeur of the mansion offering no solace from the turmoil raging within her.

Before she could make her escape, he moved to block her path, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow cast by the grand chandeliers hanging overhead.

"How could you go to India without a passport, Aru?" he smirked, his lips twisting into a self-satisfied grin as he revealed the truth behind her mysterious journey from India to the luxurious confines of his mansion.

"Did she remember when I used to call her? Is that why she reacted?" he mused aloud, his gaze searching her face for any flicker of recognition amidst the confusion and fear clouding her features.

"What did you say? I am not in India anymore, then WHERE AM I?" she demanded, her voice tinged with desperation as she sought answers in the imposing surroundings of the mansion.

"You are in my empire, where I am the king and you are mine," he declared, his words resonating with a chilling sense of possession as he claimed dominion over both her and the opulent mansion that surrounded them.

"Where the hell am I, Mr.?" she pressed, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she struggled to come to terms with her new reality.

"New York," he replied with a dark chuckle, the sound echoing through the grandeur of the mansion like a sinister promise of the secrets it held.

"No way! How could you bring me here without my consent? And I don't even know you! Why, why?" she cried out, her voice echoing off the marble walls of the mansion as she grappled with the overwhelming sense of betrayal and confusion washing over her.

"Relax, Aru. Calm down," he urged, his touch gentle yet insistent as he reached out to steady her trembling form, the opulence of the mansion offering little comfort in the face of her growing panic.

"What do you expect? Me to accept you for kidnapping me, then taking my first kiss? Or to cage me in your so-called empire?" she spat out bitterly, her words laced with defiance as she resisted his attempts to assert his control over her within the confines of his luxurious domain.

"Awww... She looks so cute when she gets angry," he thought to himself, his amusement mingling with a dangerous sense of desire as he watched her struggle against him, the opulent surroundings of the mansion serving as a fitting backdrop to the unfolding drama of their encounter.

"Aru," he said softly, his voice a mere whisper that seemed to reverberate through the very core of her being, sending shivers down her spine.

"What?" she replied, her brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and apprehension, uncertain of what lay behind his penetrating gaze.

"You look so cute when you're mad," he teased, a playful glint dancing in his eyes like sunlight on rippling water, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.

"You brat, do you think I'll be impressed by your compliment?" she snapped, her words laced with a fiery intensity that matched the blazing fury coursing through her veins. Her cheeks flushed crimson with a potent blend of anger and frustration, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as she struggled to contain the tempest raging within.

"Listen, Mr. You better send me back to India, and I'm not in the mood to argue with you," she declared, her voice dripping with venom as she lunged forward, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his collar in a vice-like grip. Every fiber of her being thrummed with a fierce determination, her resolve unyielding in the face of his unwavering insistence.

"Aru, why do you want to go back there when they treat you so badly?" he asked calmly, his voice a soothing balm against the searing heat of her anger, his words like cool water on parched earth. Despite the intensity of her emotions, she couldn't help but feel a sliver of doubt worm its way into her mind, a nagging uncertainty that whispered of hidden truths yet to be revealed.

"What do you mean you know everything about me?" she asked, her voice tinged with a palpable sense of unease as she grappled with the implications of his cryptic statement. Her mind raced with a million questions, each one more urgent than the last, as she struggled to make sense of the enigmatic puzzle he presented.

"I know everything about your life, how you lived there, how they treated you," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of unspeakable sorrow, as if each word carried with it the burden of a thousand regrets. The depth of his knowledge sent a chill down her spine, a cold reminder of the shadows that lurked beneath the surface of her past.

"And they arranged your marriage with someone else," he added, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating her with their weight. The revelation sent a shockwave of realization coursing through her, her mind reeling with the implications of what he had just revealed.

"If I was even a bit late, what would have happened to you?" he continued, his voice growing more urgent with each passing moment, as if the gravity of the situation had finally dawned on him in all its terrifying enormity. His words hung in the air like a silent prayer, a desperate plea for forgiveness in the face of unfathomable guilt.

"Do you think you could have easily gotten away from me? I am William King. When I set my eyes on something, it becomes mine. And you have been mine from the very beginning, so how could I let you go easily?" he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion as he laid bare the depths of his soul before her. The raw honesty in his words left her reeling, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave.

The revelation hit her like a sledgehammer, shattering the fragile illusion of control she had clung to so desperately. In that moment, she realized that she was not just a pawn in his game, but a prisoner of her own desires, bound to him by chains forged from the ashes of her past. And as she stood there, paralyzed by the weight of his words, she knew that there was no escape from the web he had woven around her, no refuge from the storm that raged within her heart.

She released her grip on his collar, her fingers trembling with a newfound vulnerability as she gazed into his eyes, searching for the truth hidden within their depths. And in that moment, she realized that despite the barriers that had stood between them, despite the wounds that had scarred their souls, they were bound together by something far stronger than mere circumstance.

"I never asked for any of this," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumultuous beat of her heart, her words a fragile admission of the pain that had haunted her for so long.

"I know," he replied softly, his voice a gentle caress against the tumult of her emotions, his touch a soothing balm against the raw edges of her wounded spirit. And as she looked into his eyes, she saw the echoes of her own pain reflected back at her, a shared burden that bound them together in a silent pact of understanding.

"But sometimes, fate has a way of bringing two people together, even when they least expect it," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness as he spoke of the inexorable forces that had conspired to bring them to this moment.

"William," she called his name softly, her voice a gentle caress that seemed to soothe the frayed edges of his soul.

"What?" he replied, his tone softened by the tender lilt of her voice, his anger melting away like snow beneath the warmth of the sun.

"Your name is William," she observed, her eyes searching his face for any trace of the vulnerability she had glimpsed moments before.

"Aru, say my name again," he implored, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers in the space between them.

"Why?" she questioned, her curiosity piqued by the sudden intensity of his gaze.

"Say my name again," he repeated, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"William," she complied, her voice barely more than a whisper as she surrendered to the irresistible pull of his gaze.

"Gosh," he whispered internally, his thoughts a tangled web of nostalgia and longing as he reflected on her words. "Everyone calls me that name, but I have never felt it before the way you just said it," he confessed silently, a wistful smile playing at the edges of his lips. The memory of her voice, soft and tender as she uttered his name, sent a shiver down his spine, stirring emotions he had long thought buried.

"After fifteen years," he continued in his mind, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotion, "to hear you call me by my full name, William, in such a sensual and gentle manner... it's like coming home." The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, filling him with a sense of warmth and belonging he had not felt in years. In that moment, he allowed himself to bask in the comfort of her presence, to revel in the familiarity of her touch, knowing deep down that she held the key to a part of himself he had long thought lost.

As he savored the sweetness of her memory, a pang of guilt tugged at his heart, reminding him of the secrets he harbored and the lies he spun to protect himself. He knew he couldn't be free until he laid bare the truth of his past and faced the demons that haunted him. With a heavy sigh, he pushed aside his doubts, preparing for the inevitable reckoning ahead. He realized he couldn't hide behind his facade of indifference anymore. It was time to confront his past and embrace the uncertain future. She stood before him, unaware of his turmoil, her gaze pleading for understanding. Meeting her eyes, he knew he couldn't keep her in the dark any longer. It was time to reveal the depths of his soul to the one person who had broken through his walls.

"How do you know everything about my life?" she asked, her suspicion returning with renewed force as she grappled with the unsettling realization that he held the key to secrets she had thought long buried.

"I have my own ways, Ms. Arushi Sen," he replied cryptically, a knowing glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

"If you know, then good for you. So let me go," she demanded, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest as she braced herself for his inevitable refusal.

"I can't," he replied simply, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes with a steely determination that brooked no argument.

"Why?" she demanded, her frustration mounting with each passing moment as she struggled to comprehend the logic behind his inexplicable insistence on keeping her captive.

"Because you are my everything," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion as he laid bare the depths of his soul before her.

"Are you crazy? I just met you a few days ago, and I become your everything?" she exclaimed, her disbelief palpable as she recoiled from his declaration, her mind reeling with the implications of what he was suggesting.

In that moment, the air between them crackled with tension, thick and charged with the weight of unspoken truths and unfulfilled desires. And as they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, she couldn't help but wonder if he was some kind of psycho, or if perhaps there was more to this enigmatic man than met the eye.

"You don't have to think about it. When the right time comes, I will tell you everything," he softly smiled at her, his voice carrying a mixture of reassurance and determination. His eyes, though warm, betrayed a hint of apprehension as he spoke, knowing the weight of the truth he carried and the potential consequences of revealing it.

"What the hell..." She took a deep breath, her words laced with frustration and uncertainty, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Listen, my family is there. I can't just leave them."

"I am your only family. They have no real relationship with you," he calmly interjected, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, of being separated from the one person who had become his anchor in a tumultuous sea.

"Now you will decide who my family is. They are my guardians. They raised me, protected me-" She began to protest, her voice rising with each word, her hands gesturing emphatically as she struggled to convey the depth of her attachment to her family.

"Enough is enough. I don't want to hear anything from you," he cut her off, his patience wearing thin as he fought to suppress the rising tide of anger within him. "In your eyes, everyone is good, so you better stop your explanation because I won't let you go anywhere. I will protect you from everything, no matter what situation comes," he declared, his words tinged with a fierce determination born from a desire to shield her from the pain and suffering he had endured.

"Who's gonna protect me from you?" she remarked, her voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, her eyes locking onto his with a steely resolve that belied the turmoil raging within her. She knew that staying with him meant confronting not only the demons of his past but also the darkness that lurked within his soul, yet she couldn't deny the pull of the bond that bound them together, a bond forged in the crucible of shared experiences and unspoken truths.

He flinched at her words, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as he grappled with the knowledge of the harm he had inflicted upon her, both intentionally and inadvertently. "I will never hurt you," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper as he reached out to gently caress her cheek, his touch a balm to her wounded soul. "I love you more than life itself, and I would do anything to keep you safe," he vowed, his words a solemn promise to cherish and protect her for as long as he drew breath.

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22 March 2023