Chapter 177. Wedding Night

His grip on her waist tightened as his other hand moved with determined precision. Without a word, he began gathering the thick fabric between them and, with one swift motion, pushed her down again.

She froze. Her wide eyes met his. She felt it—hard, unyielding, pressing against her intimacy through the thin fabric of her underdress.

“Sheharyaar...” Her voice trembled as she uttered his name, a faint plea laced with hesitation and fear. She wanted to stop him, to beg him not to cross the line again, not to ruin her as he had before.

Snippets of that night began flashing in her mind again.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

The sound of his name spilling from her lips was like a spark in dry timber. She rarely said it, and when she did, it sent a thrill through him that he couldn’t control. He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing them slightly and pulling her even closer to him until her body was flushed with his. “Say it again,” he leaned in clo