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Arya squirmed in Shreyansh's grip as they drove toward the boutique to select their wedding outfits. The very idea made her blood boil.
"I don't want to tie the knot with you. Can you please cut it out and let me go?" she snapped, her voice filled with frustration.
She shoved against his chest, but it was as if she were hitting stone—he didn’t budge.
"Heard me, you jerk?" she yelled, smacking his arm.
Shreyansh’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His eyes, normally sharp with control, burned with something else—something dangerous, something raw. But he was holding himself back.
"Behave, Arya," he warned, his voice low. "Or I won’t hesitate to end this now."
She met his gaze without fear. "You can’t scare me. You won’t do it," she challenged, pushing against him again.
His eyes darkened, a bitter smirk playing at his lips. "Trust me, Arya, I can. I can end this right now. But after what you've done to me, I won’t give you an easy escape. You’ll suffer—starting with being tied to me forever."
Her stomach twisted, rage bubbling inside her.
"I hate you, Shreyansh Singh Rajput! I hate you!" she spat out, her voice trembling with emotion.
His expression faltered for the briefest second, but then he chuckled—a hollow, broken sound.
"Marrying me won’t give you the victory you think it will," she continued, her voice cutting through the tension. "You can’t control me, can’t make me your prisoner. You will regret this, because I won’t let you ruin my life."*
She tried to pry his fingers away, even resorting to biting his hand, but he barely reacted. The only shift in him was the slight twitch of his lips—half amusement, half frustration.
She looked up at him, expecting nothing but cold anger. But instead, she saw it—the pain, the torment lingering beneath the rage, the betrayal in his eyes that he refused to acknowledge.
"Mera vishvaas karo Arya, pooree shiddat se mohabbat ki thi maine tumse... lekin ab pooree shiddat se tumse nafrat karunga."
"I used to love you, Arya, but now I'll hate you with all my heart."
The words were sharp, biting, but she sensed the ache behind them.
The car came to a screeching halt in front of a luxurious mall. Without hesitation, he stepped out, walked around to her side, and opened her door. His grip on her wrist was firm but not rough—almost as if he was conflicted by his own actions.
"No need for drama, Arya, he murmured, staring at her with an intensity that made her uneasy. "You know my power. I could easily harm you and your brother in two minutes. If you care about him, marry me quietly."
His fingers brushed against her cheek, a touch meant to intimidate but she saw through it. His mask of control was cracking, no matter how much he tried to suppress it.
Arya swallowed hard, keeping her composure. She wouldn’t let him see the turmoil raging inside her.
When Arya heard Shreyansh’s threat to hurt Vivek, she became very scared. Her brother meant the world to her, and even though she didn’t care about her own life, the thought of something happening to him shook her deeply. Shreyansh saw fear in Arya’s eyes for the first time, especially because of Vivek’s safety. He quickly took advantage of this and used it to pull her closer to him by threatening her with marriage:
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)✔
Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
