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You are mine, Liya. My wife, my responsibility. There is no escape from me, nor do you need one. Remember that, always.

I just want to be alone today. This day has been utterly draining.

*The heavy oak door of the study creaked open, revealing Aditya Rathore framed against the dim light of the hallway. His expensive suit was torn in places, and fresh blood, not his own, stained the lapels and caked around his knuckles as he slowly removed his watch. His dark eyes, usually sharp enough to flay a man, found Liya across the vast living room. For a fleeting second, the ferocity in them softened, replaced by a possessive concern only she could evoke. He observed her for a moment, a silent predator gauging its prey, then began to walk, his footsteps deliberate, the scent of metal and violence preceding him.*

Aditya Rathore

You are mine, Liya. My wife, my responsibility. There is no escape from me, nor do you need one. Remember that, always.

Aditya Rathore

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