❝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...
I'll mend my broken pieces, I'll find a way to mend, But the scars of your leaving will be there until the end.
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Love.
It's a word that once held so much promise for me. I used to watch my parents, the way they looked at each other, the unspoken bond between them, and I believed that love was something beautiful, something that would eventually find its way into my life. They had a love marriage and had found each other, chosen each other, despite everything. It was the kind of love you read about in stories, the kind that everyone dreams of but rarely finds. I used to believe in that kind of love. I used to dream that maybe one day, I would find it too- that someone would see me, really see me, and love me for who I am.
But now, love feels like a blessing, a gift meant for others but not for me. It's a cruel, distant star, shining brightly in the lives of others, while leaving me in darkness. The very idea of it seems cruel, mocking me with its impossibility. How could someone like me ever be loved? How could someone look at me, with all my flaws, all my brokenness, and see anything worth loving?
I'm a girl who has been rejected and despised by her own family, treated as a burden rather than a person. Every glance, every harsh word from them has chipped away at my self-worth, leaving me hollow and fragile. I used to yearn for love, to believe that it was something I could one day have but now the love I once longed for has become a fading memory, something that belongs to a life I will never live. My reality is much colder, much harsher.
And even if someone did love me, it wouldn't matter anymore. My fate has already been decided, sealed by a decision I had no part in. They've fixed my marriage, bound me to a man I've never even met, a name whispered in hushed tones- Abhiman Singh Rathore.
A name that carries a weight of fear, a shadow that looms over everyone who speaks it. They say he walks in shadows, breathes death, the most ruthless businessman, a man without mercy, a monster in human form.
But can he truly be more monstrous than my own family? Can he be more cruel, more heartless, than the people I called my family? No, he cannot surpass the cruelty of those whom I called my family. They've handed me over to him without a second thought, without even telling him the real reason for this marriage, for their own benefit, as if I were a pawn in their twisted game.
I am. That's all I've ever been to them.
I can still hear my uncle's voice in my head, that memory still echoes in my head, the venom in his words as he threatened me, his eyes filled with disgust as he looked at me.
