“Dar lag raha hai?” Aaryan’s voice was low… slow… jaise har lafz uski skin par chhoo ke nikal raha ho.

Meher ne sirf nazar jhuka ke haan mein sar hilaya. Dil itna tez dhadak raha tha jaise body uske emotions ke pressure mein toot jaayegi.

He chuckled darkly, “Good… mujhe wahi pasand hai jo darr ke bawajood rukti nahi.”

Usne Meher ki chin uthai, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Tumhe pata bhi hai, main tumhare saath kya karne wala hoon?”

“Nahi…” she whispered, voice trembling.

“Main tumhe todunga, Meher. Har rule, har sharam, har seedhi soch. Tumhara masoom dimaag… main usse apne khelon se bhar dunga.”

She gasped as he stepped closer, his fingers slipping into her hair and pulling her head back gently but firmly.

“Tumhari har saans, har pleasure sirf meri marzi se milega. Aur jab tum kahogi ‘Aaryan please… aur chahiye,’ main decide karunga kitna aur… kab tak.”

His thumb traced her bottom lip slowly, like he owned it.

“Tumhari ‘good girl’ banna hai na?” he asked, voice dark with heat.

Her knees buckled slightly. “Haan…”

“Toh suno—tum ab meri ho. Aur main tumhe har us jagah le jaunga jahan tumne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha… rulaunga, chodunga, pyaar nahi… obsession doonga.”

"Jab raabta paap ban jaaye... aur paap sukoon."

or

"She was meant to follow rules. He was born to break her."