Passion & Dilemma

20. Hate him, Need him

Prerna's POV

"Shaadi karlo mujhse."

"Marry me."

I muttered, pressing Sarthak's forehead against mine. He froze under the force of my words.

I pulled my head back, but kept it close to him. Looking at his face, I felt a hint of hatred bubbling in me. His face, his voice, his existence, I hated everything about him.

And I was going to marry him. Only him.

He wanted me so bad that he hired a spy to keep an eye on Ashish. Just so that he can find a flaw in him and prove how bad of a man Ashish was.

He always wanted to have me. Now, I will be the one wanting him, craving him, desiring him in my twisted life. I did not need to pursue him or hunt him like he tried with me. He will become my prey, on his own.

It would be beneficial for me in many ways but painfully detrimental for him. Oh, how much I want him to suffer.

"W-what?" He stammered. His voice breathy and eyes open wide in shock, as if he could not digest my demand.

"Yes," I said more firmly this time. "Marry me."

"Prerna..." I despised the sound of my name from his mouth. "What are you—"

"You heard me right." I leisurely dragged my thumb to his lips and caressed them. They were soft and full.

If I was a normal woman, raised in normal circumstances. And Sarthak was a decent man, not my stalker and an obsessed asshole. I would've liked him.

He had a perfect features, perfect body, perfect family. Just my type. But his personality fucked him up real bad.

"You wanted me right." I mocked a hurt tone. "I am willingly asking you to make me yours, Sarthak."

He reluctantly leaned in to my touch and his hands reached up to softly hold my wrists, as if he was savoring the moment.

My brain replayed the past week again and again. To remind me, how wrong the things have gone. I was tired of dealing with everything.

Every person who was supposed to love me, never did that. My family, my ex-to-be fiancé, my so called secret admirer. All they did was claiming right over my life, which they never had in the first place.

I became nothing but a pawn in everyone's game. Victim of— my parent's thirst for power, ICT's dirty politics, Ashish's cowardness, and Sarthak's obsession.

People always did what they felt like and I had to bear the consequences for their actions. Not anymore.

Now, I have found my scapegoat. Sarthak.

I cannot do anything much regarding my parents, ICT and Ashish. But with Sarthak, I can do so much more than anyone can ever imagine.

I will be devoid of all the burdens, selflessness and hurts, and put them on him. It was a pathetic thing to do. But you see, being a nice person never gave me anything right.

This side of me was meant to evoke. After all, I was my father's daughter. We share the same blood and same traits. How could I ever be better than him?

My happiness, choices, and wishes were always stomped upon by many people. Now, I will do the same to them.

I will restore and rebuild my life on my own terms. Sarthak was my key to that life.

He pulled my hands down and shook his head. "No."

I blinked in disbelief, at his rejection.

Did he think I was giving him a choice? He has to marry me.