Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption

[16] Heartbreak

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Aadarsh POV

I tightened my grip on her wrist, not harsh enough to hurt, but firm enough to make it clear she wasn't going anywhere.

"I'll tell you this just once, You better keep it in your pretty little brain...mmm"

I leaned in closer, my breath grazing her ear as I whispered,

" You're mine, Ishitha Aadarsh rai Singhania,

You've been mine from the second you have stepped into my life."

Her eyes widened at my words, a mix of shock and anger flashing through them.

She tried to pull away, but I yanked her back toward me, my arm wrapping around her waist, locking her in place.

"If you think...that you can walk away from me, you're wrong".

I paused, letting my words sink in.

"The only way you'll get rid of me and my name is over my dead body."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing shaky as she stared up at me, fury burning in her gaze.

"What did you just say?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief.

"I'm yours, right? Then what about the divorce clause you put in our marriage agreement?

What about the time you kidnapped me?

And what about the time you left me alone to have that anxiety attack... oh wait,"

her tone dripped with sarcasm,

"that was because of you, wasn't it? How could I forget?"

"You think these grand gestures, these... sweet moments,"

she spat the words,

"would make me forget everything?

You think I'd just melt and accept you as my husband?"

Her voice cracked, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Never, Mr. Singhania. I will never consider you as my husband."

The tears in her eyes hit me like a storm, but instead of stepping back, it only fueled the rage within me.

My hand tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer until there was barely any space left between us. I could feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest, her breath quickening with the intensity of the moment.

I leaned in closer, my voice a low, commanding growl.

"You can say what you want, Jaan. You can hate me all you want. But that doesn't change the fact that I am your husband. I don't care if you scream or you fight...you can resist me all you want, but none of that will change the fact that you're my Wife and tied to me for life."

She tried to twist out of my grip again, but I held her in place, my fingers digging slightly into her waist.

"You want to bring up the divorce...huh?" I continued, my voice calm but filled with a dangerous edge.

"That was before you caught my attention, Jaan.

Before you made me feel things I've spent my whole life running from."

My voice deepened, and I leaned in even closer, my lips almost brushing hers.

"You shouldn't have done all that, Jaan.