Vikram Mehra? GREEK GOD. ༻❀༺ When a devil falls in love, it's the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her. "You're slowly realising you weren't meant to save the world, rather to watch it burn." "That's the thing, little one, the heroes have to win every time. The villain, however, only has to win once." "You break the rules and become a hero. I break the rules and become the villain. It doesn't seem fair, does it?" "Can you drop the fucking knife?" "Why don't you drop the fucking attitude of yours first, Moya." (Moya means MINE) In the quiet Indian town of Delhi, Raisa Mehra finds herself torn between duty and desire. Married to the ambitious Ahaan, Raisa's life takes a taboo turn when she crosses paths with her father-in-law, the charismatic and enigmatic Vikram. Vikram's intense gaze and confident touch awaken something primitive within Raisa, drawing her into a dangerous web of lust and lies. As their forbidden affair deepens, Raisa must navigate the treacherous waters of family secrets, cultural expectations, and her own shattered morality. ~ Raisa's hands tremble as she reaches for Vikram's tie, her fingers brushing against his warm skin. "Dad... I mean... Vikram, we can't... It's wrong." She whispers, her breath hitching as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Shhh, no one has to know," Vikram murmurs, his hands slowly roaming over her curves, finding the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down. "Besides, Raisa... it feels so right. Doesn't it?" "Mmm...," Raisa moans softly, her body arching into his touch as he pushes her dress off her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and thong. "But what if someone finds out?" "What if Ahaan...?" "Ahaan is a fool who doesn't know what he has," Vikram growls, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of her bra. "And if he finds out, we'll deal with him together. Now, be a good girl and sit on my lap." Raisa hesitates for a moment before slowly climbing onto Vikram's lap, her thighs straddling his waist. She can feel his hard member pressing against her through his suit pants, making her bite her lower lip in anticipation. "And if I don't want to be good?" That's the moment when he pointed his gun on her forehead and kissed her at gunpoint. "Then I'll have to punish you," Vikram says, a dark gleam in his eye as he spanks her ass playfully. "But first, let's get you out of these clothes..." He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, freeing her breasts. ༻❀༺ "The only difference between a hero and a villain is the perspective." Moya, Vse Moya. (Mine, All Mine.)