She was six years older than him, his best friend's sister, and completely off limits. But 𝐑𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 had never cared about limits. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡's life was built on responsibilities, teaching at a school, carrying the weight of a broken family, and hiding her scars behind a quiet strength. To her, Rihan was nothing more than her younger brother's spoiled best friend... a boy she had practically watched grow up. But to him, she was everything. The first crush that turned into an obsession. The forbidden desire he refused to let go of. The one person he wanted to claim, even if it meant crossing every line. She thought he was too young, too reckless. He was determined to prove he was the only man who could love her the way she deserved, possessively, dangerously, completely. ~~~ "Please... Rihan, stop," Her voice trembled, nervous and uneven as her back hit the cold wall. His body pressed against hers, his warmth invading every inch of her space. Her chest rose and fell in fast breaths, her lips parting as he pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand. "Stop?" He growled, his mouth brushing dangerously close to her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine. "Why should I stop, 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘫𝘪? You didn't stop him when he touched you." His voice was thick with jealousy, edged with anger and possession. His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her flush against his chest. She gasped, her heartbeat thundering when his lips hovered over her jawline, grazing her skin in a slow, heated tease. Her breath hitched, betraying her even as her words tried to resist him. "Rihan..." she whispered, her voice breaking, her body trembling. He tilted her chin up with rough tenderness, forcing her to meet his burning eyes. "You're mine," he muttered against her lips, his breath hot and heavy, the threat and promise tangled in his tone. "Only mine." And before she could protest again, his mouth crashed against hers, hungry, desperate, claiming her like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.