In His Chains

Prologue

AUTHOR'S POV

“Huma, aap sa shadi—” She was cut off when he slammed his hands on either side of the wall, making her heartbeat fast as she shivered. He leaned in, his mouth inches away from hers.

“Say you don’t want to marry me again and I will break you, butterfly,” he whispered in his dark tone as a sob escaped her mouth. She was shivering so badly. He scared her again. She was always so scared of him. She fell on her knees as she sobbed, holding her knees. He just looked down at her.

He knew he would break her one day, chain her to himself. But this was not how it should have happened. She should not be scared of him. But every time he got near her, he scared her to death. As if he were a monster. Yes, he was a monster, but not for her. He didn’t want to be one for her.

He kneeled down towards her and pulled her to his chest. She sobbed against his chest and cried. “Stop crying. I will not break you—now,” he said, his voice low and firm. She looked up with her red, puffy eyes, her hands holding his shirt tightly.

“Please—leave me. I b-beg you,” she whispered as his jaw clenched.

“Maar do huma phala, phir aazadi aap ki hai,” he said coldly, his voice dripping with menace.

( Kill me first, then you can have your freedom.)

She shook her head violently, trying to pull away from him. “Main tumhare bina jee nahi sakti, tumhare saath jee nahi sakti, Aazadi Daa Do ” she sobbed, her voice filled with despair. (I can’t live without you, but I can’t live with you either.Give me freedom )

He tightened his grip around her, his eyes darkening. “Aazadi? Tumhein lagta hai aazadi mil jayegi?” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Tum meri ho. Aur meri rahogi.” (Freedom? You think you’ll get freedom? You are mine. And you will remain mine.)

“Why can’t you just let me go?” she pleaded, her voice filled with despair. “Please, Fahad, I can’t live like this anymore.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried out, her voice breaking. “Kya paaya hai tumne mujhe itna dard de kar?” (What have you gained by causing me so much pain?)

“Paaya?” he echoed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Tumhein. Sirf tumhein.” (What did I gain? You. Only you.)

He cupped her face roughly, forcing her to look at him. “Tum meri zindagi ho. Tumhara dard, tumhari khushi, sab kuch mera hai,” he said harshly. “Aur main tumhein kabhi chhodne wala nahi hoon.” (You are my life. Your pain, your happiness, everything is mine. And I am never going to leave you.)

“Humein maar do, phir chhod do,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Main yeh aur nahi seh sakti.” (Kill me, then leave me. I can’t bear this anymore.)

“Maarna hota toh kab ka maar chuka hota,” he replied coldly. “Lekin tumhare bina main adhura hoon. Aur yeh adhuraapan main bardasht nahi kar sakta.” (If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago. But without you, I am incomplete. And I cannot tolerate this incompleteness.)

She looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. “Phir kya chahte ho tum? Mujhe kyun nahi chhod dete?” (Then what do you want? Why don’t you let me go?)

“Chhodna itna asaan hota toh main kab ka chhod deta,” he said, his voice softening for a brief moment. “Lekin tumhein chhod kar jeene ka soch bhi nahi sakta.” (If it were that easy, I would have left you long ago. But I can’t even imagine living without you.)

“Phir main kya karoon?” she asked helplessly. “Kya tumhe kabhi pyaar nahi aayega mujh par?” (Then what should I do? Will you ever love me?)

“Pyaar?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Tumhein lagta hai yeh pyaar nahi hai? Yeh junoon hai, shayad. Lekin pyaar bhi isi junoon mein chhupa hai.” (Love? You think this isn’t love? This is an obsession, perhaps. But love is hidden within this obsession too.)

She sobbed quietly, unable to comprehend his twisted sense of love. “Tumne sab kuch barbaad kar diya,” she whispered. “Mera jeena, mera marna, sab kuch tumhara ban gaya hai.” (You’ve ruined everything. My life, my death, everything has become yours.)

“Bas yahi toh chahte hain hum,” he said, pulling her closer. “Tumhein apna banana. Poora ka poora.” (That’s exactly what I want. To make you mine. Completely.)

She closed her eyes, her tears soaking his shirt. There was no escape, no freedom. Only the dark, twisted love of a man who had claimed her soul.

“You’re mine, Zoya Accept it,” he murmured into her hair. “Or I will destroy you trying to make you understand.”

Her sobs grew quieter as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. He wasn’t going to change. He wasn’t going to let her go. She was trapped in this dark, twisted love, bound to a man who would rather see her broken than free.

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