Chapter 10

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Aaravi's pov:

As soon as I stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind me.

Before I could even blink, strong hands grabbed me and pinned me against the cold wall.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips.

My heart skipped a beat—then began hammering wildly against my chest.

My eyes widened in pure shock as I found myself staring into the bloodshot eyes of Nikshant ji. His face was terrifying—veins popping at his temple, jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.

He looked like a storm barely holding itself together.

A chill slithered down my spine.

My throat ran dry.

Sweat formed along my brow, and my limbs trembled beneath his harsh grip.

I couldn't move.

Couldn't speak.

"Just tell Dadi you don't want to go," he rasped, his voice low but seething.

His breath was hot against my face, and I flinched as it hit my cheek.

"Why don't you say it yourself?" I managed to whisper, my voice breaking despite my attempt to stay strong.

"Just do as I say, wifey," he spat the word with venom, his fingers tightening slightly around my throat. "Don't test my patience."

I gasped.

"Let go of my throat! It feels like you'll strangle me to death," I choked out, fear making my knees weak.

His jaw tensed, and his eyes darkened.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it the first day," he snapped.

I clenched my fists to keep myself from falling apart.

"I can't upset Dadi," I said shakily, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you don't want to go to Singapore, then tell her yourself."

His proximity was suffocating, yet something in me... something else stirred. I hated how my body betrayed me—how even through the fear, I noticed the warmth of his skin, the intensity of his presence.

I never let any man come near me after that incident.

But him?

He was different.

And I hated that I couldn't push him away.

I thought I would stay away from him, draw lines, build walls... but the more I tried, the more he tore them down with every step closer.

What if he ever found out about my past?

Would he judge me too?

Would his hatred grow even colder?

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