The door slammed shut, and before Noor could react, Theodore's presence consumed the room. His piercing gaze locked onto her, dark and possessive, making her heart race. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, his commanding presence closing the distance in seconds. "Did you think you could escape me, Noor?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise that made her pulse quicken. Before she could respond, he was right there, towering over her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her close. She was pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his dominance. "You belong to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a kiss-rough, urgent, claiming. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. She gasped, breathless, as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. He pressed his body against hers, his desire undeniable, his kiss relentless. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with possessiveness. Noor's body trembled in response, her resistance slipping as his touch ignited a fire inside her. Despite her attempts to push away, she knew one thing: she was his.

"If I can’t have you willingly… I’ll chain your soul to mine.".... Saanvi Raina had no idea the cost of catching Lorenzo De Luca’s attention. She was just a bright, beautiful girl with fire in her eyes—Indian, innocent, and untouched by the shadows of the world he ruled. But Lorenzo... he wasn’t like other men. He didn’t fall in love. He claimed, he conquered, and once he saw her—he decided. She would be his. Forever. No matter what. So when she rejected him, he took her. Stole her from her world. Caged her in his luxury prison. And began a twisted game of forced kisses, whispered threats, and sleepless nights tangled in silk sheets and shattered pride. But Lorenzo doesn't just want her body. He wants her heart. Her fear. Her loyalty. Her entire existence wrapped around his name. And the more Saanvi fights, the more he falls—deeper, darker, more violently in love. But in the shadows, someone else watches. Someone from her past. Someone who wants to rip her from Lorenzo's grip… even if it means burning everything to ash. In this game of obsession, betrayal, and possession— Only one man gets to keep her. And Lorenzo never loses.