At night

Anya paced around her room, still in disbelief over the day's events. She wore a simple white gown, the soft fabric flowing around her, but her mind was far from calm.

"Nakul," she muttered, shaking her head. "Handsome, charming, skilled... but seriously, he's already got two wives! And Draupadi's my close friend. I can't get in the middle of that!"She sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Besides, he's just too... nice." She wrinkled her nose. "I need someone... more dangerous. Someone like-ugh, why am I thinking of him?" She slapped her own forehead in frustration.

"That rude fox! Always acting so smug and superior. Who does he think he is?"Before she could continue her rant, she felt that familiar presence-strong, overpowering, and dangerously close.

Suddenly, a firm hand circled around her waist from behind, pulling her tightly against a solid chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the unmistakable heat of someone behind her.

She tried to turn, but another hand, large and calloused, gently covered her mouth, silencing her.
The scent was familiar-masculine, woodsy, and intoxicating. Her eyes widened in recognition, and her heart began to race.

Duryodhan."Shh," his deep, gravelly voice whispered against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Don't make a sound.

"Anya's mind was spinning, but instead of panicking, she found herself staring at the hand covering her mouth. It was huge, rough, and warm-practically covering her entire face.

His hand is so big... she thought, dazed.Duryodhan noticed her daze and loosened his grip, his voice soft but firm. "Are you okay?" He removed his hand from her mouth, his other arm still tightly holding her against him.

Anya turned slowly, still trying to process everything, and grabbed his hand, marveling at the size of it. "Your hand is so much bigger than mine," she mumbled absentmindedly, her voice full of wonder.

Duryodhan chuckled lowly, a sound that reverberated through his chest. He brought her even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Rude fox, huh?" he teased. "You know, I've got something bigger than this hand."

Anya blinked, still lost in her thoughts. "What is it?" she asked, tilting her head in innocent curiosity.Duryodhan leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "My brain is bigger than your tiny one."

Her eyes widened, and she stomped on his foot instinctively, her face flushing red in embarrassment. "You-! You're so rude! I can't believe you sneaked into my room!" She glared up at him, her voice sharp with frustration.

He didn't seem bothered by her outburst, and instead of letting her go, he pulled her flush against him, their bodies pressed together. His voice was dangerously low as he teased, "Oh really? I seem to recall a certain little rabbit sneaking into my room not too long ago."

Anya's cheeks turned crimson, her stammering response giving her away. "Th-That was different!"Duryodhan's hand moved from her waist to her back, stroking her hair gently as if she were a delicate thing.

She felt herself unconsciously leaning into his touch, her heart fluttering despite her annoyance. "Why are you always so touchy with me?" she asked, glaring up at him. "Do you do this with everyone?"He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, his lips brushed over her collarbone, placing a soft kiss there. Anya's breath hitched as his warm lips moved lower, pressing wet kisses down her neck. She shivered, feeling her body respond in ways she wasn't prepared for.

"You don't like it?" he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands were no longer just resting on her waist; they were roaming, exploring. With a slow, deliberate motion, he gathered the fabric of her white gown, rolling it up past her knees, his fingers brushing her bare skin as he did.Anya gasped softly, trying to remain composed.

"I-I didn't say that!" she stammered, her voice betraying her. "It's just... it's not... common!"Duryodhan smirked against her skin, his lips trailing up to her ear.

"Oh? Then why does your body react so beautifully when I touch you?"Her heart raced, and she felt heat rising within her as his hand moved higher, caressing her bare thigh. Her breath came faster as he kissed the hollow of her throat, his mouth hot and demanding.

Without warning, Duryodhan lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the balcony railing. Anya squeaked in surprise, clutching onto his broad shoulders.

"W-What are you doing? I'll fall!" she cried, gripping him tightly.He placed one large hand on her thigh, squeezing gently as his other hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him.
His eyes were dark, filled with something intense and possessive.

"I told you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You won't fall. Not while I'm here."His hand roamed up her leg again, higher this time, sending a wave of heat through her.

Anya bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape. His lips were back on her skin, moving lower down her collarbone, kissing, biting lightly, and then soothing the marks with his tongue.She moaned softly, her hands instinctively tangling in his hair as he pulled her closer. His mouth hovered near her ear again, his voice a deep, seductive whisper.

"Tell me... did anyone else touch you like this? Did Nakul ever lay his hands on you?"His jealousy was clear, and it sent a thrill through her. Anya shook her head, breathless. "No," she whispered. "No one has."

Duryodhan seemed satisfied with her answer, though his touch remained possessive as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"Good," he growled. "Because I won't let anyone else have what's mine."Anya's heart skipped a beat at his words, but before she could respond, Duryodhan suddenly pulled back, his eyes hardening.

"Break this marriage with Nakul," he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding.Anya blinked, her mind still spinning from his touch.

"W-Why do I have to listen to you?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "You're marrying Subhadra, aren't you?"At the mention of Subhadra, Duryodhan's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.

"That's different," he snapped.Anya glared at him, her tsundere side kicking in. "Different how? I don't see why you get to boss me around, rude fox!"Without warning, Duryodhan yanked her closer, his lips hovering just above hers, their breath mingling. "Because you're mine," he growled, his voice dripping with possession.

Anya's heart pounded wildly in her chest as she stared up at him, speechless. The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, and for a moment, she found herself completely lost in it. Before she could say anything, Duryodhan leaned down, his lips brushing her ear one last time."Remember what I said," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. "Break the marriage."

Anya, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, pushed back against Duryodhan's firm hold. Her stubbornness flared again as she looked him directly in the eye and said, "If you want me to break my marriage with Nakul, then break yours with Subhadra first. Only then  I will  listen to you."

Duryodhan's gaze hardened, his jaw clenched in frustration. He let out a low, dangerous laugh, stepping closer to her until their faces were inches apart. "That is not possible," he said coldly, his voice sharp and unyielding. "My marriage to Subhadra is a strategic alliance. It cannot be undone."

Anya's temper flared in response, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest. "Then I'm not breaking mine either!" she chided, her voice full of defiance. "Why should I listen to you when you won't do the same for me?"

Duryodhan's expression darkened, but instead of anger, there was something deeper in his gaze-an internal struggle he couldn't quite hide. His grip on her waist tightened slightly, as if trying to hold on to her, but he remained silent, clearly torn between his desires and his duties.

Anya crossed her arms, glaring at him. "You can't have it both ways, Duryodhan. If you want me to break off my engagement with Nakul, then show me you're willing to do the same." She stepped back, her chin lifting in defiance, though her heart pounded in her chest. "Otherwise, don't expect me to listen to your demands."

Duryodhan's eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Finally, he let out a heavy breath, his voice softer but still firm. "You'll come around, Anya," he said, his gaze piercing. "Even if it's not today, you will."

With that, he turned and left, the tension still crackling in the air, leaving Anya standing there, torn between the frustration of his words and the undeniable pull between them.

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