Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓

He growls;She purrs 💀

It was like that poem in which an insect was eluded by the clever spider into his web. The spider, which took great lengths to praise the butterfly, and once it flied into its trap, the spider's true intention was revealed. But by then it was too late... Same was happening with Kiara. Unable to move on her position, she was staring at the man. The man who had the face and life of a different man but identified himself as another. Her brain was scattered. Was it impossible for her to escape? He calmly approached her and picked up the knife from the fruit basket. Frowning, she watched him place it on her hand and make her grip before stabbing himself right through the shoulder. Her eyes burst out of sockets while she tried to withdraw her hand from his grip, from the knife. But he held it tighter while burying it deeper into his muscles. His pain was contorted in pain. Nerves are pretty visible on that skin. A resounding growl escaped his mouth. He kicked away the flower vase from the table.

Archit watched them as he gestured him something, and he started panicking. "Someone, please help! My sister-in-law attacked my brother!"

Kiara looked clueless and bewildered at them. Footsteps followed in, and all the househelps had gathered. The next moment she knew she was in the police station. Sitting between two bulky officers who were locking her in while another two were investigating her. She was repeatedly trying to put forward her statement. But Vishal had woven his plan with perfection. There was no loophole. The officers looked quite irritated and stared at Archit sitting on the other chair. Feigning distress, anger, and even nodding his head in between like he pitied her. She couldn't understand why Vishal trapped her like this. He was a chameleon changing colors. Just a few moments before that disaster, he made her sign a contract stating he wouldn't harm her, acting like an obsessive psycho lover who went to hell to get her, and the next moment landed her with the police. Vishal appeared guided by a female officer. Wrapped in a bandage hanging from a sling. Unable to contain her anger, she rose up from her seat and slapped him across the face. Hot tears were sliding down her tan skin. "Bastard! How can you do this? You know how much I hate you for this?"

Shocking her, he wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug. "I am sorry, sweetheart. Please calm down. Everything is going to be alright. Look, I am here. I got you."

"Why? Why are you acting like this?" she tried to push him away while staring around. The officers looked at her with contempt. She realized it was foolish of her to raise her hand at him. Even uttering those words, which could be taken in some other sense in this moment. He tore away from her, patting her head. She looked like the most pitiful husband in the world, and she was the psycho wife. "Why are you doing this, Vishal? Was this your plan to take your revenge?" She was breaking down.

He sighed, smiling sadly at the officer."I am sorry for the inconvenience. As you can see, my wife couldn't forget her dead lover, and this has a huge setback in her mental health."

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? That dead lover, Vishal? You are Vishal Khargay, not Ved Atharva. Who kidnapped me, forced me into a marriage by trick. I will expose you before everyone." Nevertheless, everything was useless.

The investigating officer looked at him. Irrespective of her mental condition, she tried to take your life. "Your younger brother, Mr. Archit Atharva, is a witness, and your house helps. She needs to be taken under custody and sent to trials...."

"But I don't want to press any charges against my wife. We are newlyweds. And I love her a lot to do this with her." At that moment, a woman was getting dragged inside. She was violently throwing her body, and it was cleared she was a criminal. Snarling and using foul words at the police officers who stared at her in disgust. Like she was an usual case. But once her eyes caught Kiara, she stopped. A heinous smile broke through her face. It was so creepy that Kiara automatically grabbed Vishal's hand, who said, "Officer I just want to have a moment with my wife. Please!" He dragged her at a distance. Petting and caressing her face, holding her gently by the waist while she looked hysterical. But he was thoroughly calm and speaking at her, smiling before planting a kiss at her forehead. A male officer stared at the female officer.