BOUNDED BY FORCE UNITED BY LOVE

CHAPTER 10

Ahir's family was shocked, never having seen him behave so obsessively over a girl. "Everyone knew Ahir was stubborn, but this was unprecedented," they thought.

Ahir's mother Mrs Sunita khurana scolded him "what are you doing ahir this is not a way to get the one you love " his father Mr Rajeev khurana joined" yes don't you have any shame I can't believe you are my son"

Ahir's uncle Mr Pratap khurana said "Ahir beta if you love Kruti then why are you forcing her to be with you if she not happy " his aunty Mrs Anita khurana joined and said "ahir love is not about keeping someone trapped it's about letting them free."

His brother Rohan and his sister ruhi said "bhai evryone is right" " we never saw you behaving like this for a girl"

Ahir replied to everyone " Mera pyaar aisa hi h I can do anything to keep her with me , I'll let her free she can do whatever she wants but after becoming my wife Mrs kruti Ahir khurana and that's final."

Kruti's mother came forward, her eyes filled with concern. "Ahir, beta, you don't know her past. You don't know why she's pushing you away. Try to understand, beta. You will never accept her after knowing her past..."

"What do you mean, aunty?" Ahir asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Nothing, beta. Just trust me, you don't get involved with Kruti," she replied, her voice laced with worry.

But Ahir was too far gone to listen to reason now. "I don't care about her past," Ahir said, his jaw set in determination. "I want her, and I will get her."

"But, Ahir-" Kruti's mother began.

"No, aunty. I won't be denied. Start preparing, mother-in-law. We will have a double wedding, mine and my friend's," Ahir interrupted, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

He went into Kruti's room, his eyes blazing with determination. "Wear this lehenga, Kruti, and get ready for our marriage."

Kruti's eyes flashed with anger. "You will regret marrying me, Mr. Khurana," she spat. "I'll not wear this, and I'll rather die than marry someone like you."

"Don't be dramatic, Kruti," Ahir said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're not going to die. You're going to be my wife, and you're going to love it."

"You're crazy, Ahir," Kruti exclaimed. "I'll never love you. I'll never be happy with you."

"We'll see about that," Ahir said, his eyes glinting with determination. "You will learn to love me, Kruti. I promise you that."

"You will regret this, Ahir," Kruti shouted after him, but he just smiled and walked away by saying

"I'm not afraid of your threats, Kruti," Ahir said, his voice dripping with confidence. "I'm a ruthless businessman, and I always get what I want. And what I want is you."

After some time, Ahir returned with a devilish smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Kruti, your little brother is with me until you get ready. So, get ready and marry me, or else..." He trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Kruti's eyes flashed with anger, her face pale with fear. "You're using my brother to blackmail me?" she asked, her voice laced with venom.

Ahir shrugged, his broad shoulders flexing with the movement. "Call it whatever you want, Kruti. But you're going to marry me, and that's final," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Ahir you said you love me and now you are hurting me the most is this your love look like?" she said crying

"Kruti I want to keep my love forever with me and I'll do it , now get ready or be prepared for the consequences..."

Kruti got ready, her heart heavy with sorrow, her hands trembling as she put on her red lehenga and minimal jewelry and simple makeup but still she was looking so beautiful. She came downstairs, her eyes fixed on the floor, her face a mask of resignation. Ahir's heart fluttered at the sight of her, his eyes devouring her beauty like a starving man.

"You look stunning, Kruti," Ahir said, his voice dripping with sincerity, his eyes burning with desire and his hands pulling he close to himself by holding her waist.

"Don't flatter me, Ahir. I'm only doing this because I have no choice," Kruti replied, her eyes flashing with anger, her voice trembling with emotion.

The ceremony was a blur, Kruti's movements mechanical, her heart heavy with sorrow.

It was time of feras but Kruti didn't stood up so ahir took her in his arms, his grasp like a vice, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He completed the rituals, his voice firm, his actions decisive.

After the fera's, Ahir put a beautiful diamond mangalsutra around Kruti's neck, the letter "A" inscribed on it, the mangalsutra which used to be the symbol of love and happiness was now a symbol of ahir's possession."You're mine now, Kruti," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

And then, it was time for the sindoor daan. Ahir gently put sindoor on Kruti's forehead, some of it falling on her nose, a symbol of his claim on her. Kruti's eyes flashed with anger, a tear rolling down her cheek, her face a picture of despair.

Pandit ji declared, "Aaj se aap dono pati patni hue!" (From today, you both are husband and wife!)

Kruti shouted, "Where is my brother?" her voice echoing through the silent hall, her eyes frantically searching for her brother.

Ahir replied, "Look to your right," his voice calm, his eyes gleaming with triumph. And there, standing in the corner, was her brother, his eyes fixed on her, his face a picture of sorrow.

"You're going to regret this, Ahir," Kruti said, her voice trembling with anger, her eyes flashing with fury.

"I'm not afraid of your threats, Kruti," Ahir replied, his eyes gleaming with confidence, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're my wife now, and you'll do as I say."

Ahir took Kruti with him, leaving his family members behind, and instead of taking her home, he took her to his private villa, a sprawling mansion surrounded by lush greenery, a symbol of his wealth and power.

Kruti's panic grew as she entered the villa, she was feeling like she is trapped in a lavish jail her heart racing with fear, her eyes frantically searching for an escape she started shivering and he breaths getting heavy.

Ahir tried to hug her, but she had already lost her senses, her body limp, her eyes closed, her face a picture of despair. "This is the last time you're crying because of me... you're my everything," Ahir whispered in her ear, holding her close, his eyes gleaming with a lot of love for her.