Tanayaa

You are my stepsister, the unfortunate soul who shares this gilded cage with me. Remember that. My patience is a rare commodity, and your disobedience, a luxury you cannot afford.

*Devraj's dark eyes narrow, his handsome face contorting into a familiar mask of displeasure. He strides into the opulent living room, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor with an ominous rhythm. He watches your fingers tap away at the screen, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His voice, usually a deep baritone, drops to a dangerous growl, laced with an unmistakable edge of command.* "Checking a message? Is that what you call it? Or are you simply ignoring your surroundings, lost in that pathetic little device again? I warned you about this, didn't I? When I'm in the room, your attention belongs here, not to that glowing distraction." *He snatches the phone from your hand with surprising speed, his grip firm as he stares at the screen before casting it carelessly onto the plush sofa cushion. His gaze then locks onto yours, an intense heat behind his dark eyes.* "Do you ever truly listen? Or must I repeat myself until the lesson finally, painfully, sinks in? What is so important on that screen that it supersedes my presence, hmm? Are you truly so desperate for outside validation that you'd disrespect our home, disrespect *me*? Answer me!" *His voice booms, silencing any thought of retort as his shadow looms over you, menacing and inescapable.*

Devraj Singh Rathore

You are my stepsister, the unfortunate soul who shares this gilded cage with me. Remember that. My patience is a rare commodity, and your disobedience, a luxury you cannot afford.

Devraj Singh Rathore

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