LOGINPAST Shefali's POV:The world seemed to tilt beneath me. Every trace of colour drained from my face. My heart thudded painfully, but it wasn’t love— it was terror.I wriggled, shaking my head in disbelief, but he held me tighter, gripping my shoulder and waist hard but not enough to hurt.“Baby, calm down….. Now you tell me why I would do anything to harm you. Baby, tell me honestly where you harmed in any way?”I shook my head. I was not yet ready to spill the beans.He just sighed and carried me straight into the bathroom, ignoring my half-hearted protests. The tub was already filled, steam curling in the air, scented oils floating on the surface.“You planned this?” I asked, blinking at him, surprised.“Of course. I was waiting for you to wake.” His tone was smug, but his eyes were gentle.“My girl deserves to be cared for and pampered, especially after a long night.”Before I could argue, he set me down carefully on the stool and knelt in front of me. His fingers traced the edge o
PASTShefali's POV:I woke to the warmth of sunlight brushing across my face and to the weight of his arm draped across me, heavy and protective, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. His chest rose and fell against my side, steady and warm, and for a moment I just lay there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.My body ached in places I hadn’t known could ache— tender, pulsing reminders of the night that had rewritten me. It wasn’t pain. It was memory etched into muscle and skin.I had just lain there beneath him, lip caught between my teeth, lost in the haze of our passionate night. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this devastatingly handsome man who had wrapped me in his arms like a vow, holding me close as if I were something he’d claimed— his woman, his desire, his sanctuary.A slow throb that whispered of every kiss, every breathless gasp, every time he’d been impossibly gentle and impossibly relentless, like he was trying to carve his devotion into me.Heat bloomed
The world shrank to the warmth of his skin against mine. My clothes became an afterthought, slipping away under his careful hands. Each piece he removed, he replaced with a kiss — tender, grounding — until I was bare before him.I flushed, instinctively pulling the blanket to cover myself, but he caught my wrist gently and pressed a kiss into my palm.“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze dark but tender.“Don’t ever hide from me.”His words stripped away more than any fabric could.When he finally joined me on the bed fully, the feel of his skin against mine stole the air from my lungs. He was warm, solid, overwhelming and yet so careful, his touch never rushing, never taking — only giving.It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched me before— his hands had memorized the curve of my waist, the dip of my spine, the rhythm of my breath. He had kissed me, tasted me, explored me with a hunger that once felt thrilling but familiar. But that night… everything was different.His confession cracke
PAST:Shefali's POVTime had truly outdone its magic. It slipped through my fingers, reshaping everything before I could catch my breath. The dynamics had shifted, my world rewritten into a love story so surreal I could barely believe it was mine.Honestly, I’d always longed for a sweeping, cinematic romance— but I never truly believed it could exist outside the pages of fiction.And yet, here I am. Sitting on a hospital bed, heart laid bare to the man I love, ready to begin the life I once only dreamed about.The first chapter? I said yes. Yes to moving in with him.To share a home with the man I once resented. The same man who now holds my heart, my peace, my everything— my Dami.It was in that moment I realized: love doesn’t always arrive with fanfare. Sometimes, it slips in quietly, reshaping everything with a single look, a single word, and the kind of silence that feels like home.........When I woke up, he stood there, carefully folding my crumpled clothes into a neat pi
I should have been embarrassed, ashamed even, for letting myself fall apart like that. But under his hands the shame dissolved. I knew I was ruined for good by this man, whom I can call MINE.I had no words for what had been building in me these months — a small, secret hunger that had nothing to do with want and everything to do with needing someone to recognize the shape of me.He looked at me then, and his eyes were different: raw, vulnerable, and wide with something close to madness. It surprised me — the softness and the desperate edge at once — and it slammed through every careful wall I had built. Damon had always been a man whose face read like a closed book; now it was a confession.“Listen to me, Lii” he said, and the steadiness in his voice was a rope I could cling to.“I get it, you're..... still processing. But I meant what I said…. It wasn’t just an emotional blabber. I love you. I always knew you were different, special, and the moment I saw you, you just…. Captivated me
PAST:Shefali's POVWhen I woke, the world was soft and muffled, as if someone had pulled a blanket over everything I knew. Light burned at the edge of my vision, and my head felt as if a thousand small hammers tapped insistently behind my eyes.Pain lived in every joint; I tried to move and the body protested in a dialect I did not understand. Panic fluttered in my chest until I realized there was a person near me — a figure, steady and impossibly familiar, but the face was blurred by tears, sleep, and the fog in my skull.I somehow managed to clear my vision, and I saw him.Damon.His broad frame hunched forward, his face pale and shadowed, his dark eyes fixed on me as if afraid I’d disappear. I wanted to call out, to demand what happened, but the first thing that escaped me was a sound I couldn’t hold back:“Dami…” My voice cracked, and suddenly tears welled up without reason, spilling hot and fast.He was at my side in an instant, gathering me into his arms — not the cold, distant







