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"You’re mine, Sanaya."
The words were a whisper against her neck, burning into her skin like a brand. His hands gripped her waist, firm but reverent, as if even the mere thought of letting her go would destroy him.

Sanaya’s breath hitched as she looked up into his dark, stormy eyes—eyes that always held back more than they revealed. They were too close. Her heart was thundering. And yet, not close enough.

“You don’t get to say that,” she whispered back, her voice shaky but defiant. “Not when I was never supposed to be yours.”

Abhimaan didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in, pressing her back against the cool wall of their bedroom—the only place in the entire mansion where they didn’t pretend. Where the cold war between husband and wife melted into heat, touch, and unspoken truths.

“But you are mine,” he said, his voice low and rough with emotion. “Even if the world doesn't know it. Even if you keep running from it.”

His mouth descended on hers before she could speak again, stealing the rest of her argument. It was not gentle. It was raw, claiming, aching. A kiss that demanded everything and gave even more. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, gripping the fabric as if it was the only thing anchoring her.

He kissed her like she was his only salvation.
Like she was the beginning and the end of every storm inside him.

His lavender forever

The sky was dipped in purple hues, the sun sinking behind the clouds like a secret. The wind whispered softly, but inside Sanaya's heart… the storm was raging.

She stood by the balcony railing of her room, arms wrapped around herself, eyes watching the world go by — as if she didn't belong to it.

Lost. Confused. Torn between pain and the truth of his love.

Her breath hitched as she heard the door lock with a soft click.

And he wasn't going to leave without saying what he came to say.

Abhimaan stood there — his shirt sleeves rolled up, the top buttons undone, a wild look in his eyes. Not angry. Not broken.

"Lavender," he said, voice deep like a promise made in the dark.

So he stepped closer. Each step powerful. Predatory.

She backed up till the railing hit her spine.

"Do you know what it feels like… to be in love with a storm?" he whispered, eyes on hers.

"That's what you are to me," he continued, "A storm. That I tried to run from. Hide from. But the more I stayed away, the more it consumed me."

Her lips parted, but no sound came.

He leaned slightly forward, his breath brushing her cheek.

"No one — no one — has ever made me feel weak and invincible at the same time."

But he caught her chin, gently, and turned her face back.

"I've built empires," he whispered. "Broken men. Owned silence. But when it comes to you… I'd drop my crown just to touch your pain."

He stepped closer, bodies almost touching.

"In this entire world, there's only one thing that can bring me to my knees."

"You think I'm dangerous?" he asked, voice like velvet dipped in sin. "You're right. I am. But only because I'm madly in love with you. And I will burn the world — set it on fire — if it ever dares to take you from me."

"You're not just my wife, Sanaya. You're the blood in my veins. The obsession in my soul. The madness behind my calm."

He leaned closer, his lips beside her ear.

"And I swear on every breath I take... agar tum kahogi, toh main apna naam bhi bhool jaaunga. Sirf tumhara ho jaane ke liye."

A tear rolled down her cheek. His fingers caught it.

She whispered, brokenly, "Why do you say these things now?"

"Because I can't lose you," he said fiercely. "Not again. Not after knowing how it feels to sleep alone, when you're just a wall away. Not after watching your eyes avoid mine like I never mattered."

He finally touched her — one hand gently resting on her waist, the other cradling her jaw.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'm asking you to own me."

"You scare me sometimes," she confessed.

He smiled darkly. "Good. Because what I feel for you... isn't sweet. It's wild. Raw. And forever."

Then, softer—dangerously soft, he added:

"You're not just mine, Sanaya. I am yours. Completely. Utterly. Irreversibly."

Because even in madness, he respected her pain.

"I'll wait," he whispered against her skin. "But never doubt this… the next time I kiss you—it'll be when you know that you belong in my arms, and nowhere else."

Leaving behind a girl whose tears were no longer from heartbreak.

That she was loved like no one else ever could be.

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Chapter 28.