Chapter 8

• Every woman in that room, including myself, couldn't help but release a sigh of longing at the romantic allure of the folk tale. It seemed to stir a deep sense of yearning within me every time I heard it, providing a small glimmer of hope within the dark void that had enveloped my heart.
• For some inexplicable reason, my thoughts drifted to the male figure who had been a constant presence in my dreams. Could it be that a part of me wished for him to be my destined mate? Despite the impossibility, as he existed solely within my imagination, I found myself drawn to the idea, despite it being a product of my own twisted, dark fantasies.
• Raising my chin slightly, I offered him better access to my neck. The sensation of his nose rubbing against my skin, accompanied by his deep inhalations of my scent, elicited a flush of warmth along my skin. His husky voice murmuring, "You smell amazing, Aadita, " intensified the racing of my heart, as I pondered how he would taste.