Kidnapped - A Beautiful Blessing

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processed the words at first. He sat up, pressing his fingers to his

y, running a hand through his tousled hair. His jaw

t. Within minutes, he was freshened up and dressed in a crisp black shirt and tailored trouser

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the air. A shift he

room, scanning its fami

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hered down his spine. Hi

wn deepened. Striding forward, he unlatched them and stepped out, the night air cool against

commanding voice slic

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stle of curtains behind him, the rhythmic thru

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, not

dimly lit balcony,

drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around hers

eath h

ght traced the delicate curve of her face, highlighting the

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angled in his throat

her back, lifting her with effortless ease. She was weightless in his

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hand before he even r

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way they clung to her skin, heavy with fevered sweat. He r

ready damp. If he

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ing a frustrated hand throug

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uld do it

pulled out a pair of his black shorts and a white T-shirt-simple, comfortable. Tossing them

s of hair clung to her forehead, and the slight tremor in her body made somethin

lled it away carefully, the fabric heavy with moisture, and let it drop to the floor. His g

e smooth length of her legs. The wet fabric resisted, sticking stubbornly to her skin. He exhal

. He grasped the hem, lifting it until it bunched at her waist. She barely stirred, her body limp b

ifficult than

only added to his growing agitation. Every attempt was met with resistance

kurti's neckline in both hands. He hesitated for only a s

* echoed in t

his hands steady, his movements efficient. He worked with precision,

truggling with a tight-fitting T-shirt. The oversized fabric draped over her frame, swallowing her petite form. Instead of bothering

nock at the door signale

s medical bag. The doctor placed a hand against Sasha's forehead,

aced with concern. **"I'll prescribe some med

ed her in dry clothes, turned up the room's temperature, and covered her with a thic

ened. **It's

d an unsettling thought surfaced.

aw and exhaled sl

ay to stabilize her

his skin, but he ignored it. Turning back to her, he hesitated briefly before peeling away the fresh clothes he had j

ettling against the mattress bef

ice against

against his own, his body heat enveloping her complete

, his lips grazing the top of h

d, his voice rough, barely above

t respond

ep holding her

s warm again

nally stoppe

f it passed through him, too, his own muscles instinctively tensing in response. His pulse quickened, heat spreading

warmth he provided. The damp strands of her hair clung to her flushed skin, and her cheek fo

ched hi

against his, ignited something dangerous. **Every slight movement, every unintentional

uck

ding against his. Her chest pressed flush against his, her slender legs tangling with his beneath the heavy

ted his teeth. **Think

soft, breathy sound, w

curled into

is tort

ded himself on discipline, on self-control. And yet, lying there with Sasha uncons

ace between them before he did something reckless. But just a

name

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please don

caught in h

s leave me a

d him. But they carried the weight of something deeper-somet

er unconsciou

ming about h

his veins, extinguishing the res

sn't abo

ut a measured breath and ran a soothing hand up and down her back. His touch wa

ssed. Then

g of rain against the glass filling the silence. Sasha's fever had

arefully slid out from under her, intending

a distressed whimper, her fingers grasping

her voice barely above a breath. **"

us f

ob escaped her lips, piercing through th

t want vegetables. I want

, momentar

hat

is voice came ou

tly as she whispered, **"You're the

st cons

caught in a fevered haze, reaching

orcing away the strange

room, and grabbed the untouched bowl of soup the doc

her once more. With a gentle nudge, he pressed

ashes fluttering, but her fever-

s voice softer than usual. *

e. Didn't have

slow, measured motions. She swallowed without protest, tho

ed her mouth carefully after every few bites, adjusting the soup's temperat

, coaxing her to take it. She barely managed to swallow bef

running a hand

He glanced at Sasha's face, now peaceful in

n't de

ng far, far mo

against the headboard. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, a stark contrast to the storm raging in his thoughts. With a qu

orbed in numbers and strategies-until a s

us f

toward her, his eyes narrowing in the dim light. Sasha lay curled on her side, her face twiste

clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white as if she were holding on

don't leave me.

st tigh

ts claws deep. She wasn't awake, but the pain in her voi

birthday party... I was supposed

reath hitching in her throat

ried one day... you were supposed

tting it aside as he moved closer. His hand hovered over her trembling f

ady circles, his to

tension in her body eas

oice quieter than he'd ever heard i

eir comfort, yet they worked. Bit by bit, her breathin

reached forward, brushing away the damp trails of tears from her face. Even in sleep, she fought battle

red at

ragile body, wild and untamed,

us didn't know if he wanted