In a room full of people…his eyes never left her.

Not for a second.Laughter echoed, glasses clinked, conversations flowed...but for him, none of it existed.

Because she was there.

The girl who ruined his peace.

The girl who stole his sleep the very night they met...The girl who dared to walk into his life… and stay in his mind.

And now...

She was pretending he didn’t exist.She knew it.

She felt his gaze burning into her skin from across the room.

Yet she ignored him.Deliberately.

That small act… tightened his jaw.

His woman… ignoring him?

Dangerous...

His eyes darkened as he watched her move...slowly, gracefully...towards the garden.

Running away?

Or testing him?

Either way… he followed.

Before she could take another step, a hand gripped her wrist...firm, unyielding....and pulled her into a dark, empty room...

The door shut.

Silence.

And then....

He was on her.

His face buried into her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Hey, vadulu!” she snapped, pushing him away.

(Hey, leave me!)

He didn’t move far.

Instead, he let out a low chuckle, lips brushing her skin again.

“Hey evade… nenu ni kaboye mogudini marchipoyava?”

(Hey, who do you think I am… did you forget I’m your would-be husband?)

His teeth grazed her neck...possessive, claiming.

Her eyes flashed with anger.

"Nuvvu na mogudu kadhu… nenu vere valla ni chuskunta"

(You’re not my husband… I’ll choose someone else.)

The moment those words left her lips...

Everything changed.His hand shot up, gripping her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him.

His eyes burned. Not with anger alone… but something darker.

Something dangerous...

“Mogudu kadha… malli ah mata Anu…”

(Not your husband, huh… say that again…)

His hold tightened.

“Urukunna kadha ani pichiga matladithe… champestha.”

(Just because I’m silent doesn’t mean you can talk nonsense… I’ll kill you.)

Her breath hitched....But she didn’t step back.

That was her mistake...Or maybe… her choice.

He leaned closer, voice dropping into something deadly soft.

“Your smile… your body… your heart… your soul…”

his grip tightened, almost bruising,

“EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BELONGS TO ME.ONLY ME.”

A silence followed...thick with warning

“If I hear that again…”

his lips brushed hers, dangerously close,

“I’ll make sure to punish you… hard, kitten.”

And then...

He crashed his lips onto hers.

Rough. Possessive. Consuming.

Like he wanted to steal every breath she had.

But she didn’t break....

Instead, her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer...just as fiercely.

She bit his lip, hard enough to make him pause.

Then whispered against his mouth...

“Then treat me like one…”

her voice low, filled with fire,

“And don’t you dare let that bitch come near you again.”

Her eyes darkened.

“If she does…”

a dangerous smile touched her lips,

“I’ll kill her. And you’ll bail me out.”

She bit his lip again....slow, deliberate.

“Mark my words.”

For a second...Silence and then...He smiled.

Not soft.Not amused.But dark.

Because this…

this was exactly what he wanted.

The next kiss wasn’t gentle.

It was War.Possession.

Jealousy.Obsession.

And in that moment...

They forgot the world outside.

Because some love stories don’t begin with softness.

They begin with fire.

And destruction.

So… here it is...your most awaited prologue.

A story where love isn’t soft… it’s dangerous.

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