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The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moonlight spilling through the sheer curtains. Aaravika stirred in her sleep, the soft rustling of the sheets the only sound in the stillness. The dream began as a whisper-a hazy touch, a murmur, and then it consumed her.

She was in her bed, just as she was now, but the air around her was different-heavier, charged. And then, there he was-Vayran Singh Chandravansh, standing at the edge of her bed. His gaze was molten, his presence a storm that demanded submission.

"Didn't I tell you, patrani (queen)?" he drawled, his voice thick with possessiveness. "You can't escape me."

Her heart raced as he moved closer, his tall, muscular frame looming over her. She tried to speak, to protest, but her voice faltered when his fingers grazed her cheek, trailing down to her jaw.

"You look so innocent like this," he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "But I know what's beneath that mask."

"Vayran... stop..." she whispered, her voice betraying the trembling desire that coursed through her.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "You don't want me to stop, Aaravika. You've been craving this, haven't you?"

Before she could deny it, his lips crashed against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs. The kiss was brutal, consuming-teeth clashing, tongues tangling as if he wanted to claim every inch of her. His hands roamed her body, igniting a fire that burned through her veins.

His lips left hers, trailing down her neck as he pressed her back against the mattress. His teeth grazed her skin before biting down, marking her as his. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"You're mine, patrani," he growled, his voice a dangerous promise.

He tugged her thighs apart, settling between them. The weight of him, the heat of his body, was overwhelming. She arched into him as he thrust into her, filling her completely. A strangled moan escaped her lips as pleasure and pain collided, her senses spiraling out of control.

"Look at me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. "I want to see your face when you break."

Her eyes locked onto his, and the intensity of his gaze pushed her closer to the edge. Her body trembled as the tension built, her release just within reach-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Aaravika's eyes flew open, her chest heaving. The alarm clock blared mercilessly, dragging her from the dream. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding as reality came crashing back.

Her gaze dropped to the sheets, and her cheeks flushed scarlet when she realized the truth-she was wet. Her thighs trembled, the evidence of her release dampening the fabric.

"Oh my god," she whispered, burying her face in her hands. "This... this didn't happen."

But it had. And the shame of it burned brighter than the remnants of her arousal.

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Aaravika forced herself out of bed, her mind in a whirlwind of emotions. How could a man she hated-the man who infuriated her at every turn-have this kind of hold over her?

After a cold shower and a change into a blue kurta with black palazzos, she grabbed her books and rushed out of the room. Avoidance was her only strategy. She couldn't face him-not now, not with the dream still vivid in her mind.

As she descended the grand staircase, she spotted him. Vayran stood in the hallway, deep in conversation with his bodyguard and assistant. His commanding presence was impossible to ignore, and her traitorous gaze lingered on him for a moment too long.

His eyes snapped to hers, catching her red-handed. A smirk tugged at his lips, and her breath hitched.

"Shit," she muttered, quickly lowering her gaze and picking up her pace.

"Madam, breakfast?" the maid called after her.

"No, thank you," Aaravika mumbled, practically sprinting out the door. She could still feel his eyes on her, piercing and all-knowing.

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The day at college was pure hell. Between the seniors' endless orders, the pressure of exams, and the haunting memory of the dream, Aaravika was utterly drained by the time she returned home.

She pushed open the door to her room, only to freeze in shock. Her bed was engulfed in flames.

"What the hell?!" she screamed, stumbling back.

Vayran stood by the window, his expression calm and indifferent as if the scene before them was utterly mundane.

"You-what did you do?!" she yelled, fury replacing her exhaustion.

"Relax, patrani. It's just a bed," he said smoothly, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk.

"My God of Wrath novel was on that bed!" she cried, her voice cracking. "You burned my favorite book!"

Vayran's eyebrow arched. "Crying over a book now? First an earphone, now this? You're ridiculous, Aaravika."

"You don't get it!" she snapped, her fists clenching. "That book meant something to me!"

"Fine," he said, stepping closer. "I'll build you a library. Every book you want, in every genre you like. But there's one condition."

"What condition?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You'll move into my room."

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