Business man's Forced Love

40. Sameer's true colour

Akta felt weak as blood continued to flow from her feet. Kabir finally stopped dragging her and filled her hairline with his bloody hand, marking her as his wife once again. Akta closed her eyes, and tears slipped down her face.

"Did you see that, Kitten?" Kabir said with a cold smile. "I married you again, which means we'll be together for 14 lifetimes."

"I've given you enough freedom," Kabir said, his voice cold and firm. "But now, I'll take it all away myself." Without waiting for a response, he bent down and scooped Akta into his arms, carrying her in a bridal style.

Akta's heart raced in fear as she looked up at him. She felt completely helpless. Her mind filled with dread about what might happen next.
"Please... don't," she whispered, her voice trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gripped his shirt, trying to push him away, but it was no use.

Kabir ignored her plea, his eyes dark with determination. "You’re mine, Akta. Always have been. Always will be."
With those words, he started walking towards the room.

Kabir entered the bedroom and roughly threw Akta onto the bed. The soft grey bedsheet was quickly stained with red from the blood on her feet. Akta winced, her body trembling with pain and fear.

"So, you must be wondering how I found out about your little plan," Kabir said, his voice low and menacing. He sat down on the couch beside the bed, leaning back casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary..

Akta’s throat felt dry, but she managed to whisper, “Y...yes.”
Kabir smirked, enjoying her fear. "Well," he began, "I planted a bug on the doctor's table. I had a feeling something wasn’t right, so I decided to keep an eye on you." He leaned forward slightly, his grin widening. "And guess what? I caught you."

Kabir walked slowly toward the drawer, his movements deliberate. Akta lay trembling on the bed, her eyes following him as her heart pounded in her chest. The blood from her feet had soaked into the grey bed sheet, and the pain was unbearable, but nothing terrified her more than the look in Kabir’s eyes.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick, heavy chain. The metal clanked ominously in his hands. Without turning back to her, he said coldly, "You didn’t really think you could escape me, did you?"

Akta’s breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to move away, but her legs were too weak. “Please... Kabir,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out. “Don’t do this.”

Kabir didn’t respond. He walked back to the bed, his face void of emotion. He grabbed her ankle, and despite her feeble attempts to pull away, he began wrapping the chain around her legs.

"Stop!" Akta cried, her voice rising in panic as she kicked and thrashed. "Please, Kabir, let me go!"
But Kabir’s grip tightened. He held her legs down firmly and continued binding her with the chain. “Why do you always resist, Akta?” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “It only makes things worse for you.”

Akta’s body shook, and tears filled her eyes. “I’m begging you… don’t do this,” she pleaded. She tried to pull her legs free, but Kabir’s strength was overwhelming.

“You think begging will help you now?” Kabir’s voice was hard, his patience wearing thin. “It’s too late for that.”
Akta was sobbing, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to breathe. “Why are you doing this?” she cried. “I will never love you, Kabir! You can tie my body here, but you can’t control me! I hate you! I’ll always hate you!”
Kabir stopped for a moment, her words hanging in the air. He turned his gaze toward her, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Slowly, he leaned down and grabbed her wrists, tying them with the same chain. Akta winced as the cold metal bit into her skin.