𝐁𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐍 | DESI DARK ROMANCE

"Tizmat..." His voice was a rough whisper, as if her name itself was forbidden on his lips. "Tum mujhe bilkul bhi pasand nahi karte, haina?" She tilted her face up, her trembling fingers clutched in his hand. His grip on her hand tightened, anchoring her to him even as he tried to push her away. "Kahete hai ke, nafrat bhi mohabbat ki ek shakal hoti hai," He murmured, his gaze burning into hers, daring her to look away. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her body swayed into the dangerous warmth of his chest, close enough to feel his every breath, yet not close enough to belong.