My thoughts wander to Ritika, my little fox. I can't help but replay our last encounter in my mind-the way she clung to me, her voice dripping with possessiveness as she declared that only she had the right to see me in such a vulnerable state. It's moments like these that fuel my obsession, that make me crave her even more.

I glance at the clock, noting that it's almost time to leave. But tonight isn't just another night. I've planned something special for Ritika-a surprise that will not only please her but also remind her of the depth of my affection. After all, she deserves nothing less than the best.

I pick up my phone and send a quick message to Riya, instructing her to finalize the arrangements. The yacht is ready, the dinner prepared, and the staff briefed. All that's left is to bring Ritika into the picture.

As I drive home, the anticipation builds. I can already picture the look in her eyes when she sees the lengths I've gone to for her-how her possessiveness will flare when she realizes that I've orchestrated every detail with her in mind. She'll understand, once again, that there's nothing I wouldn't do for her.

When I arrive at the penthouse, I'm greeted by the soft glow of the evening lights and the faint scent of the roses I had delivered earlier. The entire space is a reflection of what I feel for her-luxurious, yet intimate, designed to captivate and enchant.

I find Ritika in the living room, lounging on the couch with a book in her hands. She looks up as I enter, her eyes lighting up with a mix of surprise and excitement. It's in these moments that I see the softer side of her, the side that is vulnerable and trusting, and it only makes me want to protect her even more fiercely.

"Are you ready for tonight?" I ask, my voice low as I approach her.

She raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "And what do you have planned, my saint?"

I chuckle, offering her my hand. "You'll see. But I can promise you this-it's something you won't forget."

She takes my hand, letting me pull her up from the couch. As I lead her to the bedroom to change, I can feel her curiosity growing, but she doesn't press for details. She trusts me, and that trust is something I treasure more than anything.

In the closet, I pick out a dress for her-an elegant, deep red gown that complements her fierce nature. As she changes, I slip into a tailored suit, knowing that tonight isn't just about indulging her; it's also about showing her that she is the center of my world.

When she steps out of the closet, dressed in the gown, I can't help but admire her. She's a vision, stunning and powerful, and I can see the same admiration reflected in her eyes as she looks at me.

"Shall we?" I ask, holding out my arm for her.

She nods, slipping her hand into the crook of my elbow. "Lead the way, love."

As we make our way to the yacht, the city lights twinkling in the distance, I can feel the tension between us-a tension born of anticipation and the unspoken connection that binds us. It's the calm before the storm, a moment of peace before the chaos that we both know is looming on the horizon.

When we arrive at the yacht, her eyes widen in surprise. The vessel is decked out in soft lighting, the table set for two with a view of the open sea. The night air is cool, but there's a warmth between us that keeps the chill at bay.

I guide her to the table, pulling out her chair and waiting until she's seated before taking my own. As the first course is served, I watch her closely, savoring the way she reacts to each bite, each sip of wine. It's in these quiet moments that I can truly appreciate the depth of what we have-an obsession, a love that defies logic, and a connection that transcends everything else.

After dinner, we move to the deck, the sound of the waves gently lapping against the yacht as a soft breeze ruffles Ritika's hair. She leans against the railing, her eyes fixed on the horizon, and I can tell that she's lost in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask, stepping up beside her.

She turns to me, a small smile on her lips. "I was just thinking about how far we've come, and how much further we have to go."

I nod, understanding the unspoken worries that linger in her mind. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together."

She leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. "I know. It's just...sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things were different."

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer. "Different how?"

"If we weren't constantly looking over our shoulders, if we didn't have enemies trying to tear us apart."

I tighten my grip on her, my voice firm. "No one will tear us apart, my little fox. Not Rudra, not anyone. I won't let them."

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. "And I won't let them take you from me, Mahir. You're mine, just as much as I am yours."

I smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Forever."

We stand there for a while, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around us fading away. It's a moment of peace, of calm, but beneath the surface, I can feel the storm brewing. I know that soon, we'll be tested in ways we haven't been before. But for now, I'm content to hold her close, to let her feel the depth of my love and obsession, and to remind her that no matter what happens, we'll face it together.

As the yacht glides across the water, the city lights twinkling in the distance, I know that this is the calm before the storm. But it's a calm I'll cherish, because it's in these moments that I'm reminded of why I fight, why I strategize, and why I'll do whatever it takes to protect my little fox.

Because with her, nothing else matters.

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AN : I also want a billionaire boyfriend 🤧✨

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