Book #1 of psychopath series
She's soft for the one who deserves but for 𝖍𝖎𝖒 she's just his little psychotic wifey!
"you killed him? Seriously?"
"Yes darling, so what?"
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"I swear you'...
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I’m losing it. Seriously, I’m going insane. The weird ring fiasco still stings, and I can’t shake off the guilt. Mom told me not to worry, but how can I?
Right now, I’m sitting at the mocktail counter with my friends. Vivaan is chirping away like some happy little bird—God, I hate him for being so carefree when I’m drowning in guilt.
“Don’t stress, Ani. It’s good for you both. Technically, you’re engaged now,” Mr. Siddharth Yaduvanshi piped up with his usual unwanted advice.
Rudra jumped in, “Exactly, stop overthinking.”
“Omg, I manifested your engagement, and it actually happened! I’m so happy,” Vivaan grinned like he’d summoned some miracle. I swear, sometimes I wonder if he’s possessed. No normal human acts like that.
“Shut up, guys. I’m sitting here feeling guilty, and you’re all celebrating. I don’t even know how to react,” I snapped, standing up to leave.
Then suddenly, the lights dimmed.
Rudra and Saisha appeared under the spotlight.
“Hello, beauties and cuties—” Rudra started.
Slap! Saisha interrupted, “Good evening, everyone! As you’ve already witnessed the engagement, it’s time to party...”
“Yes! We want to request our engaged couple to perform a dance, along with their friends and cousins!”
“And just to spice things up, it’s going to be a surprise partner dance. We’ll pick chits—one boy, one girl—and whoever’s names come up will dance together!”
Everyone cheered. What a lame game.
They started pulling people onto the floor.
“Ani, come on!” Vivaan grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
“Take Sid or Rudra. I’m not interested,” I muttered, trying to sit back down. But everyone was already in position. Was this a competition or something? Typical.
“One is a love boy and the other is grumpy. They won’t come. But if you don’t wanna dance, it’s okay—Parth will dance with bha— Never mind, I’m out,” Vivaan said, pouting dramatically.
Okay, don’t laugh—but yeah, I followed him anyway. Not because I love dancing, but because... well, I wanted to dance with Nandini too. Whatever, why am I even explaining? I’m Anirudh Singh Oberoi.
I stepped onto the stage, and I swear, my family looked at me like I’d just risen from the dead.
“Bhai, are you okay?” Saisha stepped forward, pretending to check my temperature like I was some fragile patient.
“I’m fine, Saisha. Stop acting like a kid,” I tried to keep my voice steady.
“Bhai, please get down from the stage. The game—and the dance—is about to start,” Rudra’s voice came from behind me.
