Monster's Queen 👑

Chapter 8

As the dawn's first light began to filter through the curtains, casting a dim, eerie glow over the room, Abhimaan lay in a deep, restless slumber.

The previous night's battle with insomnia had finally given way to fitful sleep, his mind succumbing to a dream so vivid it felt almost real.

In his dream, Abhimaan found himself in a shadowy room, the air thick with an intoxicating tension. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting ominous shadows on the walls.

He was wrapped around Nandini, her delicate saree clinging to her form like a second skin, shimmering with a dark allure. Her eyes, half-closed, glinted with a mix of desire and something more dangerous.

Their breaths mingled, the air between them electric. Abhimaan's hands roamed over her body with a possessive hunger, tracing the curves with a rough tenderness that spoke of an intense, almost primal connection.

Nandini's fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer, her nails leaving trails of fire in their wake.As their hearts pounded in unison, the dreamscape around them seemed to pulse with their shared, almost forbidden, desire.

Abhimaan's lips found her neck, biting gently, leaving a mark. She gasped softly, her body arching into his touch, the line between pleasure and pain blurred in the heat of the moment.

The raw intensity of their connection was palpable, an unspoken bond that defied the constraints of the real world.Just as he was about to claim her completely, a sudden noise from the waking world shattered the dream's delicate fabric.

Abhimaan's eyes snapped open, the remnants of the dream clinging to his consciousness like a fading mist. He sat up in bed, his heart still racing, the vivid imagery of Nandini in his arms lingering in his mind.

Realization set upon him like a cold wave. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath. "From where did that petite woman get such control over me?" His mind was a whirlwind of frustration and confusion. He couldn't allow himself to be so vulnerable, so easily manipulated by his own desires.

With a resolute determination, he vowed, "I can't lose control over myself."

He threw the covers aside and headed straight for the bathroom. The cold shower was a harsh contrast to the lingering warmth of his dream, but it was exactly what he needed.

The icy water pounded against his skin, helping to wash away the remnants of the dream and the emotions it had stirred within him.

As he dried off and got dressed, Abhimaan felt a renewed sense of resolve. He couldn't afford to be swayed by his feelings, especially not for Nandini.

The day ahead would require his full focus, and he intended to face it with a clear mind and an iron will.

Abhimaan got ready and left for the office, without having his breakfast. The images from his dream still lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over his mood. Every glance at his reflection reminded him of the intense, dark desire he felt for Nandini, and the frustration of waking up at the moment he was about to claim her.

At the office, his frustration was palpable. As the CEO, his temper flared uncontrollably at the slightest mistake. By mid-morning, he had already fired seventeen employees, his rage unrelenting. Almost ten others barely escaped his wrath, their near-misses leaving the office in a state of anxious tension. The normally controlled and composed Abhimaan was a force of chaos, his internal turmoil spilling over into his professional life.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity, the dream's lingering impact refusing to fade. Abhimaan knew he needed to regain control, but the intensity of his emotions made it seem like an insurmountable task.