All Chapters of Forced Marriage for Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Author’s POVOn the other hand, Shweta stood frozen and paralyzed, her eyes widened in terror. The world seemed to slow as fear clutched her heart, casting an icy spell that left her motionless amidst the haunting silence.In front of Shweta, stood a strikingly beautiful woman clad in gym attire which included a sports bra, shorts and athletic shoes. Her body bore the evidence of her exertion with a sheen of sweat that glistened on her body. In this moment of post-workout glow, she stood as a testament to the resilience and strength cultivated within the confines of the gym.It was not her beauty or her strength that caught Shweta’s attention. It was the pistol on her right hand which she had held in a tight grip. The gym wear and the deadly weapon altogether painted a different art in Shweta’s mind. Maybe it was the extremely casual as well as firm way that she had held the weapon that made Shweta realize, she is well-trained. Not just gym training but altogether a different kind of

Riya POVThis is not what I planned to do. All I had to do was reach his accident spot and take him to the hospital. Admit him and Vikram Bhai, then leave.That’s it. That’s all I should do and that’s all I should have done.Not this.Definitely not this.I definitely should not lay on him. I should not have kissed him. I should not let his hands roam all over my body.I pulled away from his lips, breathless.“You are hurt.” I whispered, worried about his injuries. There are not much wounds other than the deep cut on his forehead and some abrasions across his shoulders which had painted his shirt crimson. However, I knew better, the bruises are nothing in front of the injuries he would get every day in his line of business.His thumb slightly swiped my lower lip and my eyes went his lower lip and then went to his dark orbs. His gaze filled with absolute desire. Unfiltered desire for me. I should be scared of him and the emotions he held for me, openly. He is a dangerous man, like lite

Riya POVI woke up with a soft naked body pressed against mine. My face pressed to his chest. Soft fingers running through my hair gently. After our make out session, sleep engulfed me almost immediately. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was exhausted not just because of us fucking each other but also crying for his well- being. By the time we were done, it was way past mid-night.I would not have ever imagined that I would end up sleeping with him. It was not to be taken so far. He is a dangerous man. Also even he may have hand in my bestie, Shweta’s abduction or worst he and his brother would have been the killer of Aadi uncle, just like my brother said.The question is even after all this; do I regret doing what I did? No, never. I might die of guilt each and every second of my life but regret, I doubt it.It was perfect in a way that I could never describe it in words. And I would never exchange this moment with anyone else. I never thought my first time would be like this and

Shweta POVThere he is, on his knees and removing every small glass pieces that had pierced my knees, one by one. Relief flooded me the moment he lifted me off the ground. But soon it was replaced by fear. Fear of what he might do to me now?Every time he removed a single piece, I hissed in pain and a small drop of blood oozed from my skin. Seeing blood on my knees, my eyes went to his hand where I had stabbed him some time ago. His right hand which has cradled my ankle gently, had dried blood on the back of hand. Blood still flowed from his left bicep, making me gulp in uneasiness.How did I get so violent? I was on the verge of killing that woman today. I, myself would have become a monster today, I thought to myself.I winced when he held my palm, the glass shard had drawn a crimson lines and some small pieces were still stuck in my palm. Unable to look at blood that marred both of us now, I averted my gaze. His phone laid on the ground now, probably fell from that woman’s hand whe