Asha's mind strained, searching for fragments of a memory she could barely grasp. Had she really done what he claimed? She couldn't remember. She didn’t have memory loss, not exactly, but even now, a faint hunch nagged at her, suggesting there might be some truth to his words. Yet, no concrete recol
He looked away, his jaw tightening as he continued, the words coming faster now, almost in a rush. “I figured if you wouldn’t come to me, I’d go to your father. I offered him a hefty sum—enough to cover both your hand in marriage and the land. He agreed, and everything was set. The wedding was plann
He stared at her, suspicion and surprise etched across his face. “What do you mean you didn’t receive it? I sent it directly to you.” She shrugged, a weary look crossing her face. “Maybe it never made it to me. Maybe the girl you gave it to tore it up. I don’t know. But I never saw it.” He looked
His hand found her braid, loosening her hair as he lay beside her. His actions were oddly tender, his fingers moving with a gentleness she hadn’t expected. She had braced herself for anger, for his usual harshness, but tonight, he seemed different. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice a murmur
Only five days left, and somehow, time feels like it’s moving slower than ever. He's becoming stranger, in ways that I can’t quite wrap my mind around. He’s acting soft, almost gentle with me—and the fact that I find this behavior weird says a lot about the impression he’s left on me. I didn’t exp
She stopped walking, startled by the unexpected question. Usually, he was content to fill the air with his own words. But now, with his attention fully focused on her, she felt cornered. What could she possibly say? And why did he care so much about what she didn’t say? She took a steadying breat
No one in the room could sleep. She lay awake, her body tense as she remained acutely aware of him behind her. There was an unspoken understanding between them, fragile but present, like a thread stretched too thin. She was holding up her end of their silent deal—staying close, talking to him when h
Her fervent defense of her food brought a small, amused smile to his lips. He raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Okay, okay. Sweet chapatis win. I surrender. You’re the custodian of authentic cuisine.” She huffed and ignored him continuing with her cooking. "One who doesn't
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even falter. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something slow and hypnotic. "Tell me, what’s the difference?" Her breath caught. "Didn’t we already live like a couple before? Didn’t I already claim you like one?" She sucked in a sharp breath, he
The air inside the car was suffocating. Tension thickened like a storm about to break, drowning her in helplessness. Her small, trembling hands joined together as she sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her. Like she was nothing. "Please don’t do this,” her v
“What promises?" She inhaled sharply, her fists clenching in her lap. “That you would let me go after two weeks.” The words cut through the air, sharp and accusing. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No. It was realization. The truth hung hea
Slowly, as if the weight of her reality was sinking back in, her large eyes opened and met his. He exhaled sharply, his grip still firm, his voice low, cold, and unforgiving. “Listen to me. And listen well.” His deep voice sent an involuntary shudder through her. His tone wasn’t just demanding
“Why did you run away?” His voice was deceptively quiet, a dangerous undercurrent of rage simmering beneath the surface. She didn’t answer. Instead, she struggled harder, her wet limbs slipping through his grasp momentarily before he yanked her back with force. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RUN AWAY?”
The vehicle remained motionless, its headlights casting long, eerie shadows. The rain pounded against its hood, running in streaks down the black paint. Something felt wrong. Strongly wrong. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the rain as she tried
Good. She should be afraid. But she should also know that running was useless. Because no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she tried to escape… She would always be his. And soon, very soon— She would remember that. Asha**** It had been a week since his call. A week of suffoc
It was rare—so rare that he couldn’t recall a single time he had seen her like this. Even when she had cried in the past, disheveled and trembling, he had thought she was beautiful. A fragile kind of beauty, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. But now—now, as her lips curved effortle
Their relationship had always been an odd mix of rivalry, protection, and unspoken loyalty. Raghav clenched his jaw, his fingers curling slightly. His voice was low but firm as he muttered, "Try it. I’ll have my day too, and I’m not just warning you—I will hide your bride in the future." His bro