"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore"
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"I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation.
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He believes he can't lover her?? do give book a try it's contain cute romantic theme, he is a billionaire who she is arranged married.
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The air was thick with tension as Vedanti stood in the center of the dimly lit bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The luxurious surroundings, with their ornate tapestries and golden accents, felt oppressive, like a gilded cage trapping her in a marriage that was slowly unraveling.
She had poured every ounce of herself into this relationship, desperately clinging to the belief that love could conquer all.
But as she gazed at Shivya, the man she had married, the man who refused to love her, she felt a creeping sense of dread.
Shivya stood across from her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her delicate figure. His dark eyes, usually so composed and unreadable, now held a flicker of something she couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't anger, nor was it affection. It was something deeper, something more dangerous.
"Why?" Vedanti's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes searching his for answers. "Why do you keep your heart locked away? Why can't you love me?"
Shivya's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. "Vedanti," he began, his voice low and measured, "I've told you before. I can give you everything—wealth, power, protection. But love... love is something I cannot give."
"But why?" she pressed, her frustration boiling over. "What is it that you fear? Why won't you let me in?"
He was silent for a long moment, his gaze intense as he looked at her. Then, with a sudden movement, he reached out and pulled her close, his grip firm but not cruel. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Because love is a weakness, Vedanti. It's a chain that binds, a weapon that can be used against you. I won't let myself be vulnerable to anyone, not even you."
His words cut through her like a knife, the rawness of his confession leaving her reeling. She had always known that Shivya was a man of control, a man who valued strength above all else. But to hear him admit that love was something he feared, something he despised, was more than she could bear."Shivya..." she breathed, her voice breaking. "I don't need your protection. I need your heart."
He tightened his hold on her, his eyes darkening with a dangerous intensity. "And I need you to understand that love is not what you think it is," he said, his voice almost a growl. "It's not the fairy tale you've built up in your mind. It's pain, it's sacrifice, it's a curse. And I won't curse you with it."
Vedanti's heart ached at his words, the weight of his rejection crushing her spirit. But even as she stood there, on the brink of despair, a spark of defiance flared within her. She refused to believe that love was a curse, that it was something to be feared. She had seen glimpses of the man Shivya could be, the man he hid beneath his stoic exterior. And she was determined to uncover that man, to make him see that love could be his salvation, not his downfall.
"You're wrong," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tears that threatened to spill.
"Love isn't a curse, Shivya. It's the only thing that can save us."
He released her abruptly, turning away as if her words had struck a nerve. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, a crack in the armor he had built around his heart. But then he hardened again, his expression unreadable as he walked towards the door.
"Go to sleep, Vedanti," he said coldly, his back to her. "We'll talk in the morning."
Before she could respond, he left the room, the door closing behind him with a finality that made her heart sink. She was left standing in the center of the room, alone and devastated, the silence of the night pressing in around her.
But as she stood there, something shifted inside her. She was not going to give up, not yet. She had vowed to break through Shivya's defenses, to show him that love was not a weakness but a strength. And she would keep fighting, no matter how many times he pushed her away.
The room felt colder without him, the shadows longer, darker. But in the stillness of the night, Vedanti made a silent vow to herself: She would uncover the truth behind Shivya's fear, even if it meant confronting the darkest corners of his past. She would find a way to make him see that love was not something to be feared, but something to be embraced.
And as she settled into the cold, empty bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead, she couldn't shake the feeling that Shivya was hiding something far more sinister than his aversion to love.
The night was silent, but her heart was not. It beat with a fierce determination, a resolve that would not be easily broken. But what she didn't know was that the path she was about to embark on would lead her into a web of secrets and lies more dangerous than she could ever imagine.
And as she drifted into a restless sleep, one thought lingered in her mind: What if love was not the only thing Shivya was afraid of? What if there was something—or someone—else lurking in the shadows, waiting to tear them apart?
The thought chilled her to the bone, and as sleep finally claimed her, the darkness whispered one final, ominous warning: Beware the man who has nothing to lose.
