Twisted Devotion

Chapter-5

Just asking for improvement and for knowing my readers..,

Q] Till now what was your favorite dialog in the story?
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His pov:

"It's good you both like each other and are willing to get married," my mother said enthusiastically. My little dove, who was to marry me, wore an emotionless mask, but I was the only one who could read her eyes. They seethed with annoyance, a silent protest against my mother's assumption that we both liked each other and were willing to get married.

A faint smile curled on her lips as my sister, Vadehi, and Ruhi whispered something in her ear. She caught me staring, and her eyes, glistening with a mix of anger and something darker, bored into mine. Ah, my little dove. Her fury was a sight to behold, and I savored it.

"Come, let's move to the dining room for dinner," my mother said, her voice breaking through the tension. "You must be hungry after your long day. Ruhi, you're more than welcome to join us as well."

Ruhi smiled politely. "Thank you, Mrs. Agnivanshi. We appreciate your hospitality."
“Aree, beta call me Aunty. We are family only.”, My mother chimed.
As we moved towards the dining room, my mother chatted animatedly, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling between us. "So, how did you two meet? I bet it was quite the romantic story."

My little dove's voice was cool, almost detached. "It was...unexpected. We met through mutual friends." Her eyes flicked towards me, daring me to add more.

I smiled, a predator enjoying the game. "Yes, very unexpected. But fate has its ways, doesn’t it?"

Rohan tried to lighten the mood. "It's lovely that things worked out. Sometimes the best things in life are surprises."

My mother nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! And we're so glad to have you both here. It feels like we've gained another daughter."

I could see the strain in my little dove's smile. "Thank you, Aunty. It's kind of you to say that."

As we took our seats, my father joined the conversation. "So, have you set a date yet? There's so much to plan!"

My little dove's knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the table. "Not yet Uncle. We haven't discussed it in detail yet. It's all still very new."

I intervened smoothly, "We'll take our time to plan everything perfectly. No rush."

Her eyes flashed at me, a silent promise of retribution. I messaged her discreetly under the table
[I didn’t want you to come this late to my house to meet the family, love. But Rohan blurted out that I was to marry you, and then all the family insisted I bring you here for dinner.]

Her fiery response came swiftly
[You expect me to believe this wasn’t part of your plan? Dragging me into your family's lair like a lamb to slaughter. Don’t toy with me.]

I could almost hear the venom in her words, see the fire in her eyes. It thrilled me. Our interactions had always been a dance of dark desires and unspoken words, a tangled web of power and submission, anger and attraction. The thought of binding her to me forever in marriage was intoxicating.

The room around us buzzed with conversation, but I was lost in her eyes, relishing the challenge they presented. She was my match, my equal in every twisted way. Her resistance only made me want her more, made the hunt more exhilarating.

In this moment, with my family oblivious to the storm brewing between us, I knew I had to break her, to make her mine in every sense. She would fight, claw, and rage against the confines of our union, but eventually, she would surrender. And when she did, it would be the sweetest victory.