A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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The moment Advik opened the door, chaos erupted. Cameras flashed, microphones were shoved in his face, and reporters elbowed each other to get the first bite. The room flooded with voices—loud, demanding, relentless.
"Sir, we have confirmed news that you and Mr. Bhavani’s eldest daughter are in a relationship!" one reporter blurted out, shoving a mic dangerously close to his chest.
"Is it true, sir? Are you two together?"
"Ma’am, can you confirm? Were you here all night? Any wedding plans?"
The flood of questions hit me like a brick wall. My throat tightened. My hands, which had been hanging loosely at my sides, curled into fists. It wasn’t my first time dealing with media, but something about this—about them—felt different. Like vultures waiting for a kill.
"Ma’am, you disappeared for nearly a year. Were you secretly dating Mr. Patel all along?"
My stomach twisted. A shiver ran down my spine.
I hated this. I hated their eyes prying into my life, twisting it into something scandalous. But most of all, I hated the feeling creeping under my skin—vulnerability.
Before I could find my voice, before I could deny it, a new voice entered the room.
"Have you all lost your minds?"
I turned, my body tensing at the familiar voice. Rahul.
He pushed past the reporters, his usual calm exterior intact, but there was something in his eyes. Something sharp.
"He’s not answering you because it’s not true," Rahul said, standing beside Advik with a smirk that sent a warning chill through me. He was provoking him.
I felt it before I saw it.
Advik’s entire body went still. His jaw clenched. His hand twitched, as if resisting the urge to strike. But it was his eyes that scared me the most—dark, piercing, laced with something lethal.
And then, he spoke.
"Rahul, if you don’t know the facts, don’t interfere."
A beat of silence.
Then, in a voice low and certain, he said,
"Yes. Advantika and I are in a relationship."
Time stopped.
I barely registered the collective gasp from the reporters. I barely felt the pull as Advik’s arm curled around my waist, drawing me into his chest. My mind had gone blank. My ears rang.
What… did he just say?
I snapped my head up, looking at him. Searching for something. Anything. But his expression was unreadable. Cold. Calculated.
No. No, this was not happening.
I wasn’t a fool. I knew why he was doing this. To shut Rahul up. To control the narrative. To win.
