DISCLAIMER

This is a work of erotic fiction intended for adult audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

This is a short story and is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

TROPES:

Age gap (He's 35, she's 22)

He is her Dad's buisness patner

She is a secret writer

She saw him killing someone so he kidnapped her

Stockholm Syndrome: It’s a psychological response that occurs when a victim develops emotional bonds, affection, or loyalty toward their captor or abuser, sometimes even defending them or forming romantic/sexual feelings.

WARNING

Power Imbalances – Unequal dynamics between characters, such as age, status, or control.

Dubious Consent – Situations where consent is blurred, unclear, or complicated by power or fear.

Kidnapping – Abduction and forced captivity (fictional, not intended to glamorize real-life violence).

Psychological Manipulation – Characters may use control, threats, or persuasion to influence behavior.

Forced Proximity – Characters are made to stay in close quarters, increasing sexual tension.

Exhibitionism – Sexual acts or arousal from being watched or exposed.

Voyeurism – Arousal from secretly watching others in intimate moments.

Praise & Degradation Kink – Use of affirming or humiliating language during sex for arousal.

Dom/Sub Dynamics – Dominance and submission roles involving control, obedience, and surrender.

Erotic Letter Writing – Characters communicate sexual thoughts, desires, or commands through written words.

BLURB

My name is Maaya Ahuja. I'm 22, a student, and a secret romance writer.

For my dad’s birthday, I decided to surprise him. What I didn’t expect was to walk in on a murder.

The killer? Abhimaan Raizada — my dad’s dangerously handsome business partner. Thirty-five. Way too old. Way too powerful. And when I told my father what I saw… he didn’t believe me.

So I did what any furious girl with a spine and a secret crush would do — I started digging. Looking for proof. And I found it.

Then I disappeared.

Abhimaan kidnapped me.

Now I’m locked away, and the only way I can “communicate” with him is by writing letters — one every day, or else I suffer the consequences. At first, they were filled with rage. Fury. Desperation.

But somewhere between the ink and the silence, my words turned into something else.

Desire.

Need.

Sin.

And now, I don't know which one of us is more dangerous — him… or me.

So, I highly recommend if you find any of the above things (the warning and all) triggering for you. Just drop the book here.