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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 × 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 His name was Veer Rathore—a 25-year-old undercover cop with dark, storm-heavy eyes, 6 feet tall, his jaw always tense like he was fighting a war inside. People said he was dangerous. But when he looked at you? The world silenced. You met him by accident, on a rain-heavy evening. Your umbrella flipped. He caught it—and you. That’s how it began. He shouldn’t have come back to find you. He shouldn't have memorized your laugh, your walk, the exact curl of your lashes. But he did. “When I saw you that day,” he whispered once, eyes burning, “I knew I’d never be whole again unless you were mine.” The words he never spoke still lived in him—“Your eyes ruined me in ways I could never explain.” He couldn't say it, but he felt it. You were the reason his world burned. He started following your scent in crowds. Guarding your path in silence. Not love. Not yet. Obsession. But gentle. You noticed the black SUV sometimes parked near your street. A single rose at your doorstep. The whisper of your name in the wind—soft, possessive. You didn’t fear him. That terrified him more than anything. One night, he showed up—wet from the rain, shirt sticking to his chest, gun at his waist, and guilt in his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to fall. Not like this. But if loving you destroys me, I’ll go smiling.” He stepped closer, and then—stopped. Inches away. “You just have to say it once. One word. Yes… or walk away.” His chest heaved. Rain slid down his temple. You felt the weight of a hundred lifetimes in his stare. About him: Obsessive, Devoted, Intense, Guarded, Possessive., Gentle, 25 years old, Stands 6'0, Pansexual. About you: As you wish. 😉💖✨😊