She stares at me like she wants to be worshipped and ruined in the same breath.
And fuck, I want to do both.
The air between us is molten, heavy with unspoken things—desperation, hunger, that raw pull only two people drowning in denial can create. The second I move, the world tilts. I reach her like gravity, like inevitability, and I swear the second my hands find her waist, the universe stops breathing.
Hey beautiful readers ✨ If you're here, it means you've found Sinful Yearning — and that means the world to me. This story is more than just ink and fire — it’s a piece of my heart, and I’m so grateful you’ve chosen to walk through it with Meher and Aarav. Your reads, votes, and comments aren't just numbers — they’re pure magic. They push me to keep writing, dreaming, and creating stories that make your heart race and your soul ache. 💭 If you love this journey and want to support me even more: 💬 Leave a comment — I read every single one. 💛 Vote for chapters — it fuels the fire. 📣 Share the story with your fellow dark romance lovers. 🌸 Follow me for updates, sneak peeks, and steamy extras! And if you ever just want to say hi… my inbox is open 💕 With all my heart, Meera Dogra author of Sinful Yearning
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