❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞
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Obsession is a dangerous game, but for him, it's the only game worth playing. Abhiman Singh Rathore, a ruthless underworld king with the face of a savior and the heart of a devil...
Duniya chhuna chahe mujhko yun, jaise unki saari ki saari main. Duniya dekhe roop mera, koi na jane bechari main. Haye tooti saari ki saari main, par tere liye baazari main.
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"Why don't we just marry her off? That way, the company will be safe, and we'll finally be rid of that useless girl."
Her words struck me like a dagger, sharp and cold, twisting into the very core of my being. I couldn't move, couldn't think, as the world around me blurred and all I could focus on was the searing pain in my chest. My heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of their betrayal. I felt as if the ground beneath me had been yanked away, leaving me dangling in a void where nothing made sense. How could she? How could they plot something this monstrous?
I staggered back, my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and dread. My vision blurred as tears welled up, but I fought them back, knowing I couldn't let them see me like this. They were discussing marrying me as if I were a mere object, a disposable asset they could trade for their own benefit. The reality of it was suffocating, pressing down on my chest until I was gasping for breath.
I cannot stay here. I mustn't stay here. The only thought that made sense was to flee, to escape before they saw me. I needed to get out of this hell, away from their poisonous words and cruel intentions. But that hope of mine was snatched away almost immediately.
I had barely taken a few steps back, my mind already racing with plans of how to leave unnoticed, when Miss Sasha, the housekeeper, called out to me. "You came, Miss Sitara."
No. No, no, no! The moment her words reached my ears, I felt the blood drain from my face. Horror surged through me as I saw their heads snap toward me in unison. The tiny flicker of hope I had clung to was taken from me in an instant.
My uncle's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in those dark, unforgiving depths. He stood up slowly, deliberately, each step he took echoing like a death march. My heart pounded in my chest, the terror in my veins freezing me in place.
His face twisted into a sneer as he stalked toward me, his footsteps echoing in the silent room like the drums of my doom. I felt rooted to the spot, my body betraying me as I stood frozen in place. I wanted to scream, to run, to do anything but stand there and face the wrath that I knew was coming but my body refused to obey. My legs felt like they were rooted to the ground, as if the very air around me was holding me in place. All I could do was stare at him, wide-eyed and trembling, as he closed the distance between us.
"What did you hear?" His voice was deadly calm, a sharp contrast to the fury in his eyes.
I shook my head, unable to form words, but he wasn't satisfied. He never was.
