Reyansh Singhania had always prided himself on his strategic mind, calculating every move with precision. Tonight was no different. He had orchestrated this meeting with Siya's stepfather, Virendra, without her knowledge. The plan was simple: confront the man who had haunted Siya’s past, a man she loathed, and settle matters in his own way. But he had no intention of telling her. This was something he had to do on his own, for her—because she wouldn’t have allowed it.

He walked into the room with an air of confidence that radiated from every step. Virendra, sitting across the polished table, regarded him with a cold stare, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface. Reyansh could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken animosity that had existed between him and the man before him. But Reyansh wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to dominate, to send a message that Siya’s past would never control her again.

“I’m here to make one thing clear,” Reyansh said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Stay away from Siya. If you even think of crossing her path again, I will make sure it’s the last thing you ever do.”

Virendra sneered. “You think you can intimidate me? A boy from nowhere trying to take on me, the kingmaker?”

Reyansh’s eyes narrowed. “No. I think you’re a man with a broken soul who’ll realize soon enough that he’s lost control. If I see you even remotely trying to pull strings in her life again, I will dismantle everything you’ve built. And believe me, I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

There was a moment of silence, Virendra studying Reyansh, perhaps considering the gravity of his words. But in Reyansh’s gaze, he saw a promise—a dark, unyielding force.

“Consider this a warning,” Reyansh added, standing tall and turning to leave, but not before he made one last statement: “Stay away from her, or I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

When Reyansh returned to the mansion, the weight of his meeting with Virendra still lingered in his chest. It wasn’t the confrontation that unsettled him—it was the thought of Siya. She was the only thing in his life that mattered now, the only weakness he allowed himself to have. And that made him possessive. He needed to make sure she was safe, secure, and completely his.

He entered their shared room quietly, his eyes immediately falling on her lying on the bed, the soft glow of the moonlight casting shadows across her delicate features. Siya’s hair spilled across the pillow, and the sight of her like this, vulnerable and serene, stirred something deep within him.

He had never shown her the full extent of his dominance, but tonight, something inside him snapped. He moved closer to the bed, his gaze dark, every inch of him radiating intensity.

Siya stirred as he approached, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him with a softness that only she could possess, her lips parting in a quiet, almost fragile whisper. “Reyansh…”

He didn’t speak. There was no need for words when his hands were already reaching for her. He gripped her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her towards him. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a fleeting moment, she hesitated—uncertain, yet trusting.

Reyansh’s thumb brushed across her lips, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re mine, Siya,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire and authority. “No one touches you. No one comes close to you. Understand?”

She nodded, the weight of his words settling into her skin like a burn. She could feel the heat emanating from him, the intensity of his gaze, and her own body responded, softening beneath his touch.

With a growl, Reyansh leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was possessive, heated, and all-consuming. He was demanding, kissing her deeply, his hands threading into her hair, pulling her closer, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Siya’s hands rested against his chest, trembling with the rush of emotions that surged within her. She melted into him, her body yielding to his force, every touch igniting the fire that burned between them.

As he pulled back, his breath ragged, Reyansh’s lips brushed against her ear. “You don’t get to be soft with anyone else, Siya. Not anymore. You belong to me, and I’ll make sure you know it.”

Siya’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of their connection. She couldn’t resist him—didn’t want to. Her body was his to command, and she was willing to surrender to him fully.

Reyansh smiled, a dark, satisfied smile that showed his complete control over the situation. He had won. He always did.

He kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment, knowing that Siya would never be the same again. And neither would he.