The First Submission
He let me go.
After refusing to sign his twisted contract, I stood my ground — and instead of forcing me, Rajveer walked to the door… and opened it.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
I don’t want you to obey out of fear.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
I want you to crave it.
And with that, he let me leave Room 302.
Was the way I couldn’t stop thinking about his voice.
His words.
His presence.
Aaliya’s Room – Next Evening
The palace had been too quiet all day.
My breakfast tray sat untouched.
The contract he’d offered me the night before? Folded, sitting on the corner of my desk… like it was breathing.
Gulnaaz entered, silent as a shadow. She carried a flat black box.
Gulnaaz (maid)
From the prince.🙂
She lingered. This time her eyes met mine.
Gulnaaz (maid)
He said… it’s not a lesson. Just a conversation.
But the fear in her voice said otherwise.
She left before I could ask anything.
Inside the box: a crimson silk robe — thin, expensive, dangerously soft.
And a single ivory card with ink that looked freshly dried.
Room 302. 9 PM.
Come without questions.
You still have a choice… for now.
I could’ve stayed in this room.
I could’ve ignored him.
But I didn’t.
Instead… I wore the robe.
And walked straight back into the lion’s den.
Corridor to Room 302 – 8:59 PM
The halls were colder tonight.
Or maybe it was my nerves.
As I approached the door, it swung open without a knock.
And he was there.
The room was dimly lit with low golden candlelight. No chandeliers. No harsh shadows. Just warmth and stillness.
Rajveer stood near a velvet chair, arms crossed, watching me.
His gaze slid from my bare feet, up my robe-draped body, and locked onto my face.
A smirk played on his lips.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Still unsigned.
Still in my robe.
Still following my time. 😏
Aaliya Khan (FL)
I didn’t agree to anything.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Didn’t you?🤨
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You wore what I gave. Came when I asked.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
No paper needed, Aaliya.
You’re obeying me already.
Close enough that his scent—sandalwood, wine, power—wrapped around me.
Between his fingers: a black silk blindfold.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Put this on.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Because the first thing I want is your trust.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Your sight is yours. Surrender it, and I’ll show you who you are underneath the light.🔥
I stared at the silk. At his face. At the stillness in the room.
Then—against every ounce of logic—I took the blindfold and slowly slid it over my eyes.
Darkness.
Everything else vanished.
The candles. The tension. The pressure.
Only my own heartbeat remained.
And then...
His voice. Right behind me.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Good girl.*whispering*
My knees nearly buckled at the sound.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You think I want to touch you?
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
No.😏
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
I want you to ache for it.
To feel my presence without needing proof.
He walked behind me. Around me. I couldn’t track his steps—only feel the heat that came and went.
I turned my face slightly.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
What do you feel, Aaliya?
Aaliya Khan (FL)
I don’t know…
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You do.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You just don’t want to say it out loud. 🔥
The next moment, I felt his breath on the nape of my neck.
Then—
Not a single touch.
Only the feeling of air shifting.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You came here thinking I’d devour you.😏
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Instead, I’m letting you burn.🔥
He exhaled against my collarbone. My robe fluttered slightly. I gasped.
But still… no hands. No fingers. No lips.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Tell me, Aaliya,
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Which is worse—being taken or being left wanting?
He was right.
This was worse.
Because I was begging inside and I hadn’t even opened my mouth.
And he hadn’t touched me.
Not once.
The blindfold slipped off.
I opened my eyes and he was right there—barely inches away.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You still think power is in contracts.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
But you tied that silk yourself.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
And gave me everything… with no ink at all.
He stepped back slowly.
Letting the tension hum between us like a live wire.
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
Next time, Aaliya...
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
You’ll ask me to blindfold you.
And then he turned his back on me.
The conversation was over.
But my mind?
Still trapped in that room.
Aaliya’s Room – Later That Night
I stumbled in, legs weak. Hands shaking.
I collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling like it could explain what just happened.
Unknown
📱You let him blindfold you?! 😨
Unknown
📱He doesn’t even need to touch you anymore.
Unknown
📱You’re slipping, Aaliya. And soon you won’t know what’s yours and what’s his.
Aaliya Khan (FL)
📱I tied it myself…
Aaliya Khan (FL)
📱And I don’t know what scares me more…
Aaliya Khan (FL)
📱That I liked it.
Unknown
📱Then he’s already inside you. And he hasn't even begun.
I hadn’t signed.
But something had been surrendered.
And the scariest part?
I didn't regret it.
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