AdYa had a Forced Re-marriage!
Adhiraj and Kavya find themselves trapped in a marriage of convenience, agreed upon to last only three months. Adhiraj, driven by his ambition to win the upcoming election, sees the marriage as a strategic move—leveraging Kavya’s status as an IAS officer, just as he did before. He's upfront about his intentions, making it clear to Kavya that this marriage is nothing more than a political maneuver.
However, Kavya has her own hidden agenda. Beneath the surface of this re-marriage, she harbors a deep desire to destroy Adhiraj’s fame, power, and everything he holds dear. While Adhiraj is vocal about his motives, Kavya is determined to keep her revenge plans under wraps. She conceals her true intentions, meticulously planning her moves to ensure that when the time comes, Adhiraj's downfall will be absolute and unexpected.
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The night was still, but the tension between them crackled like electricity. Kavya stepped into the room she had once called home, her eyes scanning every corner, every piece of furniture that held memories of a life she had left behind. The bed, the same one where she had once shared laughter, love, and warmth with Adhiraj, now seemed like a battlefield. For a moment, a flicker of emotion crossed her face—memories of happier times tugged at her heart. But she quickly pushed them aside, replacing the softness in her eyes with steely resolve.
Adhiraj followed her in, his expression hardened. The weight of their past hung heavy in the air, but he didn’t let it show. He walked over to the bed, roughly tossing the garland from their wedding onto the sheets, his actions deliberate and dismissive.
“Tum yahan so sakti ho, but I’m not sharing this bed with you,” he said coldly, his voice laced with bitterness. “The couch is all yours.”
Kavya's eyes narrowed, her stubbornness matching his. “I’m not here to be pushed around, Adhiraj,” she replied, her tone challenging. “This marriage may be a sham, but I’m still your wife—for now. And I won’t be sleeping on any couch.”
With that, she defiantly threw herself onto the bed next to him, her presence a direct challenge. Adhiraj, though surprised by her boldness, quickly masked his shock with a smirk. She didn’t even want to be near him, and now she was forcing herself to sleep beside him? Oh, he had to see how far she was willing to go.
A mischievous glint appeared in Adhiraj’s eyes as a wicked idea formed in his mind. He sat up on the bed, his fingers slowly working at the buttons of his kurta. Kavya noticed, her eyes widening in surprise as she tried to maintain her composure.
“Adhiraj, kya kar rahe ho tum?” she demanded, her voice wavering slightly.
But Adhiraj only grinned wider. “Kavya, yeh tumhare liye hai,” he said with a playful yet dangerous edge in his voice. He pulled the kurta off and tossed it aside, revealing his toned, bare chest. “Let’s see how comfortable you really are.”
Before she could react, he leaned over, his body hovering just above hers, his breath warm against her skin. The proximity was intentional, meant to make her uncomfortable, to push her away. His grin widened as he whispered, “Ab tumhare paas sirf ek hi rasta hai—couch ya phir…”
Kavya’s heart pounded, but she refused to give in. She wasn’t about to let him win this battle of wills. She met his gaze head-on, her chin tilted up in defiance. “Ya phir?” she shot back, her voice steady, even though his closeness was making her pulse race.
