You guys completed the target way before I had imagined and I loved the engagement in the last chapter so as I promised here is the new chapter 🖤
It's Ekaksh's POV after a long time, and trust me, writing from his perspective is the hardest. His emotions are so complex and confusing and it takes a lot of effort to get them just right. So, I really need your feedback-please comment and vote! It means a lot to me and motivates me to keep going. ♡
Next target~ 750 votes
Chapter 17 is out on scrollstack and soon further chapters will join. (Link in description)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As I had said before,
women are destruction
and my wife was a perfect embodiment of chaos.
Shanaya stirs a tempest in my life, and it both excites and infuriats me. Her fierce spirit was a double-edged sword, cutting through my calm with every rebel word and challenging gaze she threw my way.
When she slapped me, it unleashed a rage I barely contained. My instinct was to retaliate, to show her just how cruel I could be, but I suppressed the darkness clawing at my insides.
I couldn't let her see the monster lurking beneath the surface yet, she isn't ready to greet my true ruthlessness Instead, I withdrew, burying myself in the underworld's relentless grind, a world where I could channel my fury into something cruel, something that wouldn't leave my insides stained with more of her useless sobs and pleas.
But the moment I returned, I was met with her tantrums, her defiance
I couldn't understand why she refused to understand the truth, she is mine, and I would do anything to possess her entirely.
I am ready to bring the world to her feet, to make everyone bow before her whims, except me
Ekaksh Rathore never bows to anyone.
I would not surrender myself, nor would I let her slip from my grasp.
Her relentless need for freedom tormented me, gnawing at my sanity. How could she not see that I would never let her go.
I craved her submission, her complete surrender to me and the life I had forged. Each confrontation was a dance, a dangerous game where I tread the fine line between control and chaos. I wanted her to recognize that her resistance only deepened my obsession, intensifying the shadows of madness lurking within.
In my eyes, she was more than a wife, she was a possession, a delicate treasure that I would protect at all costs, for this i didn't need to marry her to let the world know this, relations are something I don't understand, but her words that we had no relation to be together irked me to marry her to give my obsession and possession a name if she understands this way.
