A story of deception and true love.
" How did you have the courage to say this to me? " A girl gathered some courage and spoke loudly. And from today onwards I have no relation with your family. I am leaving after leaving you.
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As we walked out of college, Rihan offered, "Ananya, let me drop you home."
"It's okay, Rihan, I'll manage," I replied, making excuses.
Just then, a car pulled up behind us, and the window rolled down. My face fell as I saw Vyom's stern expression.
"Let's go," Vyom commanded.
"Hmm, coming. Wait for five minutes," I replied, turning back to Rihan.
Rihan's confusion was evident. "Who is he?" he asked me . "Is something bothering you? Let me talk to him."
I quickly grasped Rihan's hand. "No, no, I know him. Don't worry."
But Rihan pressed for answers. "Who is he?"
Vyom's anger simmered, his eyes blazing with intensity as he glared at Rihan.
"Ananya, come fast," he growled loudly.
"Rihan, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Bye," I said hastily before getting into the car.
Vyom sped away, his acceleration swift and aggressive. My voice trembled, "Vyom ji, please drive slower. I'm not even married yet."
Vyom abruptly halted the car and turned to face me, his gaze piercing. He pulled me close, our faces inches apart. My body shivered, strands of hair falling across my face.
Vyom gently tucked the stray locks behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"You've forgotten, haven't you? Let me remind you, Mrs. Ananya Vyom Singh Rathore – your marriage is already done," he whispered, releasing her abruptly.
I was left stunned, My mind blank and my body reeling from the sudden intimacy.
The rest of the drive was silent, the tension between them palpable.
Upon arriving at the mansion, i swiftly exited the car and retreated to room.
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I followed her to our room, where we freshened up in silence. Later, sitting in the room, I stood up, walked over to her, and handed her a package.
