Alejandro POV:-

As I emerged from the basement, my clothes were slightly dusty. With a swift motion, I brushed off the dust with my hand. Upon entering the garden area, I was greeted by the open sky and the gentle chirping of birds. My black Mercedes-Benz Maybach GLS awaited me. Boris, my personal assistant, opened the gate, and as I entered, he wasn't hastened to grab the passenger seat.

Boris had jet-black hair and piercing eyes; nothing escaped his notice. I am Alejandro Andrian Romanov. As I closed my eyes, a familiar scene replayed in my mind, one that had been etched there for the past month. My lady, my sugar, my butterfly, clad in a stunning red attire that accentuated her curves perfectly, walked beside me into the temple.

The scene replayed as I recalled stepping out of my car with my grandmother. Suddenly, she appeared before me, her divine feminine energy and beauty captivating me. Her perfectly curved figure and hip-length hair left me awestruck. As she bent down to touch the first stair of the temple, I found myself fixated on her, afraid to blink lest she vanish into thin air.

My grandmother and I reached the first stair; she was on the fourth. Suddenly, my grandmother hissed in pain, and my attention shifted to her. I helped her stand, and then I heard her sweet, melodious voice, which I had been craving: "Aap thik to hain, Dadi ji?" (Are you alright, Grandma?).

As I looked at her, I forgot to blink. Her sharp features, chubby cheeks, and ocean-deep brown eyes mesmerized me. Her medium-length eyebrows, cute button nose, and cherry-plump lips left me spellbound. Her long eyelashes and beautiful silver earrings added to her allure. Her hair was parted equally, framing her face. Her hip length hair covered her back in such a pretty way I could not describe. I was so lost in observing her that I forgot what had happened. My grandmother's voice brought me back to reality.

"Aree beta, is umra mein yah kamar ka dard to jeene nahin de raha. Ab to Shivji bhi apni yah pavan sidhiyan chhune nahin de rahe." (Oh, child, at this age, this back pain is unbearable. Even Lord Shiva is not allowing me to touch his sacred stairs.)

Before I could utter a word, she spoke in her melodious voice, "Are Dadi ji, Shiv Ji ko bhi kyon badnaam kar rahe ho? Mere Shiv Ji ne to kabhi nahin kaha ki mere sidhiyon ko chhukar aao mere paas." (Why are you defaming Lord Shiva, Grandma? My Lord Shiva never said to touch his stairs and then come to him.) She continued proudly, "Aur rahi baat pavitrata ki, to agar dil pavitra ho, to har ek cheez pavitra ho jati hai. Fir to, agar aap is hawa ko bhi chhoo aaoge, to usmein bhi aapko Shiv ji ka aashirwad milega." (And as for purity, if the heart is pure, then everything becomes pure. Then, even if you touch the air, you will receive Lord Shiva's blessings.)

My grandmother chuckled at her tone. "Yah to tumne bahut acchi baat boli, beta," she hummed and continued, "Let me help you reach my Shivji." After saying this, she held my grandmother's hand and helped her climb the six stairs of the temple. I followed them, my eyes fixed on her, tracing her imaginary footprints on the white polished marble.

Because the mere thought of someone walking from the same place where she kept her divine feets burs me with jealousy.

Her face and voice were imprinted in my heart and mind, as if they should be the only things that belonged there. My mind and heart were filled with her, and at that moment, I could only see her walking; everything else faded away, leaving only her in this world.

She approached the Shivling and set her basket aside, which contained many small boxes. My grandmother sat next to her in a crisscross manner. I followed her and knelt down next to her in front of the Shivling, but my whole attention was on her. Everything faded the only thing I could see and hear was her face and her voice. She poured water on the Shivling with closed eyes, her right hand stretched out, holding a round utensil. Her left hand touched her right elbow.

When she finished, she picked out beautiful pink and white flowers and offered them to the Shivling. Suddenly, my intuition told me someone was watching me. I looked up to find my grandmother watching me with her piercing eyes. I quickly stood up, realizing I was kneeling in front of someone. I looked ahead and saw Lord Shiva with his family. If stones could speak, he might have been smiling at me, and I could feel it.

I, Alejandro Andrian Romanov, never bowed to anyone except my family. Yet, here I was, so lost in her that I didn't even realize my surroundings. Reality hit me hard. Before I could lose my sanity, I decided to leave, knowing that if I didn't leave now, I would never let her go.

Just as I was about to leave, she called out, "Are suno, apna prasad too lete jao." (Hey, listen, take your offering.) I turned toward her, and she extended her hand to give me two toffees. Without saying a word, I snatched the toffees and rushed out of the temple.

I stood near my car, trying to control my heart and mind, which were shouting at me to go back to her and never let her go. I wanted to pick her up in my arms and lock her in my room.

After six minutes, I saw her walking down the stairs with my grandmother, both of them laughing. A pang of jealousy struck me - 'Why is she laughing like that with my grandmother?' I diverted my attention, trying my best not to look at her, fearing what the devil inside me might do.

I took out my phone and discreetly clicked a photo of her with Grandma for later, knowing I might need it soon. As they approached, my heart began racing wildly. MY CANDY was willingly approaching me.

My grandmother's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Beta, chalo, main tumhen chhod dun." (Child, let's go, I'll leave you now.) She asked her genuinely. "Nahi, Dadi ji, mera ghar bas yahi hai, main padal chal jau gi. Dhanyawad," (No, Grandma, my home is just here, I'll walk. Thank you.) she replied, starting to leave.

But she wasn't leaving alone - my soul was going with her. Every single cell in my body was shouting one word: MINE. She took seven steps, then stopped, turned, and began walking toward me again.

"Dadi ji, aap apna prasad too bhul he gai lena," (Grandma, don't forget to take your offering.) she said, extending two candies toward my grandmother. My grandmother smiled, taking them. "Parsad bhi tum bilkul apne jaisa hi laate ho, toffees. Pehli bar kisi ko prasad ke naam par toffee deta dekha hai." (You bring offerings just like you would for yourself, toffees. This is the first time I've seen someone offer toffees as prasad.)

She chuckled, saying, "Kyon, mere Shiv Ji ne to kabhi yah nahin bola ki mere liye prasad mein sirf laddu ya bundi hi lekar aao." (Why, my Lord Shiva never said to bring only laddus or bundis as offerings.) "Aap batao, kya bola hai? Bas too Aree Dadi, yeh chote bache bundi aur laddu nahi khate, toffee khate hain. Jo unhe pasand ho, wahi main prasad ke liye laati hoon. Bachche bhi khush, aur main bhi, aur mere Shivji bhi." (You tell me, what did He say? Just this. Oh Grandma, small children don't eat bundis or laddus, they eat toffees. I bring what they like as offerings. The children are happy, I'm happy, and my Lord Shiva is happy too.)

Her Shivji, she said. Her Shivji. Today, I confirmed that I despise this Shivji; first, my grandmother, and now her - he has both of my lovely ladies' attention. I was so consumed by my dilemma that I didn't notice her leaving. My grandmother sat in the car, smiling at me; I knew she had noticed everything. She observed my jealousy and my eyes. She's the only person who can read me inside out. I, too, know she loves my candy.

After five minutes of silence, she spoke, "She's totally your type, just like me." Now, Grandma had broken the last thread of my restraint; my inner beast would consume her whole, and I wouldn't even try to stop him. I smirked, looking at her, "Darling, I know you've seen her before, and today you wanted me to meet her." She laughed, "If I hadn't brought you here, I would've missed the scene of you kneeling in front of my Shivji." I made an annoyed face at the mention of his name, but I was thankful to him; because of him, I met her - MY CANDY

I snapped open my eyes when the car stopped in front of Grandma's penthouse. I stepped out and walked inside, sitting on the couch and closing my eyes, filled with her memory. I started craving her; I wanted to see her, touch her, fuck her... Wait no,No, I shouldn't think about her that way; if I did, I wouldn't be able to tame my beast.

I opened my eyes to see Grandma sipping tea. I glanced around, noticing Boris on a call, probably talking to his wife. My focus returned to Grandma, "My nikogda ne dolzhny zastavlyat' kogo-libo lyubit' nas." (You should never force anyone to love us.) I replied, "YA ne prinuzhdayu yeye, ya prosto oblegchayu sebe zadachu sblizit'sya s ney i obladat' yeyu." (I'm not forcing her; I'm just making it easier for myself to get close to her and possess her.)

I took a brief pause. "I know what I'm doing, milyy. I want her, I need her, and she has to be mine, no matter the cost." Just as I finished, Boris looked at me, "He's resigned from his post and is heading home." I smirked, "Good job, brother-in-law. Now, Boris, I want him to join our company; give him the best offer."

My grandmother interrupted, "Why did you do that?" I closed my eyes, relaxing my head on the couch's headrest. "Because I don't want her to choose between me and him. In the future, I know that if I hadn't done this, the situation would've arisen, and I don't want her to cry after hearing about his brother's death. I won't be able to bear a single tear in her eyes."

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