As Ayesha stood on the verge of engagement, Salaar's grip tightened around her wrist, pinning her forcefully against the wall. His voice, a commanding whisper, sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine, Ayesha." Ayesha scoffed, her defiance evident in her tone. "I've never been yours, Salaar." In an instant, Salaar's demeanor shifted, his voice dropping to a deep, dominating growl. "You were mine from the moment our eyes met, Ayesha. Since then, you've belonged to me. But if you need a reminder... With unyielding determination, he leaned in, his lips claiming her neck in a possessive kiss that left no room for argument.
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