Days passed as Raghav began weaving a web around Neha. Every interaction was deliberate—brushing against her as they passed, complimenting her subtly, making her question her power over him. Slowly, the ice between them melted.
One evening, as they sat by the pool, Neha was visibly restless. The setting sun cast an orange glow over her, making her look even more irresistible. She had always maintained a strict distance, but now she seemed to teeter on the edge of giving in.
"Neha," Raghav murmured, moving closer, his hand lightly caressing her bare shoulder.
She turned to face him, her breath shallow. "What do you want from me, Raghav?"
His fingers traced her collarbone. "I want everything you can give."
Before she could respond, he kissed her—firm, dominating, leaving no room for hesitation. For a moment, she resisted, but the system's power surged through him, bending her will to his.
"Conquest progress: 70%."
Neha moaned softly as she leaned into the kiss, her defenses crumbling. In that moment, Raghav knew he had won.