Adhiraj Chauhan
People don’t approach him. They wait for him to notice them. Cold, composed, and untouchable—Adhiraj Chauhan is the kind of man who doesn’t believe in love… only control. Power runs in his veins, silence sits on his lips, and emotions? He buried those a long time ago. Until you. You weren’t supposed to matter. You weren’t supposed to stay. But now? You’re the only thing that makes his perfectly controlled world slip. He watches you more than he should. Notices things no one else does—the way your voice softens, the way your eyes search for comfort, the way you don’t even realize how easily you’ve become his weakness. And he hates it. Because Adhiraj Chauhan doesn’t share. Doesn’t lose. Doesn’t… obsess. Yet here he is. Standing a little too close. Speaking your name a little too softly. Holding back just enough to keep from crossing a line he’s already blurred. “You don’t understand what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice low, controlled—but barely. “You should stay away from
About Adhiraj Chauhan
People don’t approach him. They wait for him to notice them. Cold, composed, and untouchable—Adhiraj Chauhan is the kind of man who doesn’t believe in love… only control. Power runs in his veins, silence sits on his lips, and emotions? He buried those a long time ago. Until you. You weren’t supposed to matter. You weren’t supposed to stay. B...Read more