His wife

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Karan sat alone in his study, a glass of whiskey in hand, the amber liquid reflecting the dim light of the room. His mind raced back to the fateful dinner at Singh Haveli, where Kritika had boldly rejected his marriage proposal. The memory fueled a simmering anger within him—a rage that had now morphed into a cold, calculated determination.

The dining hall had been abuzz with laughter and conversation as the Bharadwaj and Singh families gathered for dinner. Karan had watched Kritika from across the table, his gaze intense, a mix of admiration and frustration. He had rehearsed his proposal countless times in his mind, envisioning her acceptance and the beginning of their life together.

But when he finally mustered the courage to speak, Kritika's rejection had cut through him like a knife. He had masked his anger with a forced smile, excusing himself from the table while suppressing the urge to lash out.

In the days that followed, Karan's obsession with Kritika had only intensified. He couldn't fathom why she couldn't see that they were meant to be together, why she insisted on pursuing her foolish dreams instead of embracing their destiny.

He began to devise a plan—a plan to make Kritika realize her place by his side, to mold her into the ideal wife he envisioned. It started with subtle manipulations, planting seeds of doubt and discord within both families.

During family gatherings and casual conversations, Karan strategically portrayed himself as the victim of Kritika's rejection, subtly influencing the opinions of others. He manipulated situations to highlight Kritika's defiance and independence as flaws rather than strengths, subtly reinforcing traditional gender roles and expectations.

When the opportunity presented itself with Diksha's disappearance, Karan seized it with ruthless determination. He knew the Singh family's honor was at stake, and he exploited their vulnerability to enforce his will. His ultimatum at Singh Haveli had been the culmination of weeks of careful planning—a final stroke to secure Kritika as his wife, no matter the cost.

Now, as he sat in his study, Karan's thoughts turned to the future. He sipped his whiskey slowly, his mind already forming strategies to assert his dominance over Kritika. He would make her see that resistance was futile, that her dreams were secondary to her duties as his wife.

In the days and weeks ahead, Karan would meticulously orchestrate every aspect of Kritika's life, from her daily routines to her social interactions. He would slowly erode her spirit, molding her into the compliant, submissive wife he desired.

As he stared into the darkness outside his study window, a chilling smile played on Karan's lips. Kritika may have resisted him initially, but he was confident that in time, she would come to accept her fate. He would make sure of it, one calculated move at a time.

With that resolve burning brightly in his heart, Karan drained the last of his whiskey and stood up. The game had just begun, and he intended to win—no matter the cost.

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