ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

41. marking you as mine

Abhimaan's POV:

I was outside, in full ruthless king mode, discussing business with my partners. But inside, I was dying to get back to Mayura. I couldn't believe I wanted to leave my own party, but the thought of her waiting for me was too enticing to resist.

Just as I was about to excuse myself, everything stopped. The music paused, and the crowd's gaze fixed on  something behind me. I turned to see what had captured their attention, and my breath caught in my throat. Was I dreaming?

Mayura was descending the stairs, her red dress hugged her curves in a way that made my heart race. She was looking hot, sexy, like pure seduction itself. I was so busy taking her in that I choked on my drink.

Her confidence and poise were radiant, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness. My Mayura, my Jaana, was a vision of beauty, and I was the luckiest man alive to call her mine.

The room remained silent, awaiting my reaction. I couldn't help but smile, my eyes locked on hers. "Jaana ," I said, my voice was low and husky, "you look... breathtaking."

The room erupted into talking again like before , and the music resumed, but my gaze remained fixed on her. I was done with the party, done with the business talk. All I wanted was to get to Mayura, to hold her, to kiss her. My ruthless king mode had just been replaced by a lovesick puppy.

As the music resumed , I slid my hands around Mayura's waist, pulling her close. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and I knew I was in trouble. "My king ," she whispered, her voice husky, "never underestimate Mayura again."

I growled, my possessiveness taking over. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her soft earlobe. "You're right, my love," I whispered, my voice low and dark. "I won't make that mistake again. You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

I growled, my possessiveness taking over. "Let's get out of here," I said, my voice low and dark. I led her through the crowd, my hand firmly around her waist. We reached a secluded door, guarded by two burly men. They nodded at me, and I opened the door, revealing a luxurious VIP room.

"Welcome to my domain," I said, my eyes locked on hers. Mayura's gaze roamed the room, taking in the plush furniture and the champagne chilling in a bucket. I closed the door behind us, and the music from the club faded into the background.

I pulled her close, my fingers tracing the curves of her face. Mayura's eyes fluttered closed, her body melting into mine. I claimed her mouth, my kiss fierce and possessive. She moaned, her hands grasping my arms, her nails digging in.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the curves of her mouth. Mayura's body arched into mine, her lips parting, allowing me to claim her completely. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our passion.

As we broke apart for air, I gazed into her eyes, my chest heaving with desire. "You're mine, Mayura," I growled, my voice raw with emotion.

I devoured her lips again , my tongue tracing the curves of her mouth. Mayura moaned, her hands grasping my arms, her nails digging in.

The darkness in me had taken over, but Mayura didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. "I'm yours, Abhimaan," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "And you're mine."

As we kissed, I couldn't resist the temptation to taste her skin. I started biting her neck, my teeth grazing her soft flesh. Mayura protested, her voice husky and sweet. "Abhimaan, stop... it will be visible... I didn't bring any makeup ..."

But her protest only provoked me more. I chuckled, my breath hot against her skin. "That's the point, my Jaana ," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "I want to mark you as mine. I want everyone to know that you belong to me."