8. BEDROOM

VYOM RAJPUT'S POV

I stand under the warm shower stream, letting the water wash away my tension. But my mind refuses to let go of Vikram. Our last interaction replays in my head - his wink, the way he made me blush.

How did he do that? Make me forget, if only for a moment, about the darkness that lurks within him?

I recall that night, the one that exposed Vikram's true nature. A person dead, allegedly at his hands. My conscience wrestles with my attraction.

I shut off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist. As I step into my bedroom, my heart skips a beat.

Vikram!

He lies on my bed, his eyes fixed intently on me.

How did he...?

Our gazes lock, and I feel exposed, vulnerable. The towel around my waist seems inadequate.

Vikram's expression is unreadable, but his eyes - they burn with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.

He's checking me out, his gaze roaming over my body. I should feel outraged, but instead, my pulse quickens.

"Vikram, what are you doing here?" I try to sound firm, but my voice cracks.

He smiles, a lazy, predatory smile. "I wanted to discuss our proposal, little prince."

Our proposal. The one that made me go nuts for days.

No, think carefully he is Murderer. Maybe it's a trap to kill me. But if he wants to kill me he could do it by now. What's the fuss behind all these drama.

My thoughts swirl, conflicted.

Vikram's eyes never leave mine, his gaze holding me captive.

Do I dare trust him?

Vikram's movement send shivers down my spine as he rises from the bed, his moves are fluid and deliberate. He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning with an unnerving intensity.

"I said I'd come soon, and here I am," he whispers, his breath caressing my skin.

My heart races as he stands inches from me, his presence suffocating.

"To conquer you," he adds, his voice low and husky.

I try to step back, but my legs feel rooted to the spot.

Vikram's gaze traps mine, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"What did you think about my proposal?" he asks, his tone dripping with confidence.

I swallow hard, my mind reeling.

"No isn't an applicable answer," he continues, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

Is he serious? Does he think I'm just going to accept his proposal without a fight?

But as I look into his eyes, I see something there that makes me hesitate.

Something that makes me wonder if I'm already lost.

"Vikram, this isn't funny," I try to sound firm, but my voice trembles.

He chuckles, the sound sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Oh, I'm not the type of person to joke, Vyom," he whispers, his lips inches from mine.

He seemed dead ass serious.

"I always get whatever I want. And right now, I want you."

Vikram's words hang in the air, heavy with intention. I feel my resolve crumbling, my defenses weakening.

"What makes you think I'd accept your absurd proposal?" I manage to whisper, trying to salvage what's left of my pride.

Vikram's smile grows, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Your eyes, little prince. They give you away. You're curious, intrigued. You want to know more. Maybe you know I could give you more than your so called one night stand can ever think of."

He takes a step closer, his chest almost touching mine.

"I'll show you the world, little prince. A world of power, of luxury, of unbridled passion, MY PASSION TOWARDS YOU."

His words paint a tantalizing picture, one I'm desperate to resist.

"But at what cost?" I force out, my voice barely audible.

Vikram's gaze never wavers.

"You'll learn to trust me, little prince. To trust my instincts, my decisions."

Trust. The very thing I struggle with.

Vikram's fingers brush against mine, sending sparks flying.

"Say yes, Vyom."

"You want me."

"Say yes."

His voice is low, persuasive, weaving a spell around me.

I feel myself succumbing, falling under his spell.

"Yes," I whisper, the word escaping before I can reclaim it.

Vikram's eyes blaze with triumph with a slight smirk on his face showing his victory.

"Mine," he whispers, claiming my lips in a searing kiss.

The world around me dissolves, leaving only Vikram's touch, his taste, his unrelenting passion.

I push Vikram away, breaking the kiss.

"You are trying to manipulate me," I say, my voice firm, trying to regain control.

Vikram's eyes narrow, his expression darkening.

"Manipulate you?" he repeats, his tone laced with amusement. "You're have already accepted me, maybe not in your heart but surely in your brain, Vyom. You just have to learn to acknowledge it."

I take a step back, trying to put distance between us.

"That's not true," I insist, my heart racing. "You can't just take what you want."

Vikram's smile grows, his eyes glinting.

"Oh, but I can," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "And I will."

He takes a step closer, his movements fluid, predatory.

"You want to know the truth, Vyom?" he whispers. "You're drawn to me like I am to you. You want to breathe under my power, my wealth, my darkness. You want to experience it until you get suffocated in it. No wonder you like it rough."

I shake my head, denying it.

"N--no," I lie, trying to convince myself.

Vikram chuckles.

"Don't lie to yourself, little prince. You're fascinated by the very thing you fear."

His words strike a chord, resonating deep within me.

"Leave," I say, trying to sound firm.

Vikram's expression turns cold, his eyes flashing.

"You can't dismiss me that easily, little prince," he warns. "I've only just begun."

"I'll come again, very soon. And that time I want your attitude to change, think about it."

(He is kinda kinda joru ka gulam, you just have to wait for it.)

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me shaken and confused.

What have I gotten myself into?

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~to be continued