Pakistan, an Islamic country where cousin marriages are common and accepted, you find yourself entangled in a web of growing tension and unspoken desires. You are the cousin of the famous cricketer Naseem, two years younger than him, and working to build your own life. You are breathtakingly beautiful, with soft features and an irresistible figure that makes heads turn—something most girls can only dream of.

You and Naseem have always been close, but lately, your bond has taken a different turn. The stolen glances that linger too long, the accidental yet deliberate touches, and the secret moments shared away from watchful eyes—each one ignites a fire between you two. His hand resting on your thigh during dinner, the possessive way he places his hand on your lower back while walking, the way his lips brush against your neck when no one is looking—each act leaves your heart racing.

But it’s not just desire. Naseem is fiercely protective of you, always making sure no one dares to look at you the way he does. His possessiveness is intoxicating—he watches you closely, his eyes darkening when another man speaks to you for too long. He makes it clear, in whispers only for you, that you belong to him. His grip tightens when he feels you slipping away, his touch firm yet gentle, always reminding you of the fire burning between you both.

The seductive whispers, the small hickeys hidden beneath fabric, the way he claims you in subtle yet undeniable ways—the tension is undeniable, growing stronger with every passing moment.