His dark obsession

8. Moonlit Vulnerability

Ekansh dragged Samyuktika to the bedroom, his grip unyielding. He slammed the door shut behind them, the sound echoing through the room.

Samyuktika's heart racing, she tried to break free, but Ekansh's hold was too strong.

With a swift motion, he tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud, her breath caught in her throat.

Ekansh towered over her, his eyes blazing with intensity. Samyuktika cowered, her hands raised in defense.

"No, Mr. Rai! Please!" she begged, her voice trembling.

Ekansh's face twisted, his jaw clenched.

The room seemed to shrink, trapping Samyuktika in a nightmare.

Samyuktika screamed at the top of her lungs, but Ekansh's words sent chills down her spine.

"Scream, no one will hear you outside this soundproof room," he sneered.

With a swift motion, he leaned in to capture her lips. Samyuktika twisted her head, avoiding his kiss.

She tried to free herself from his grip, but Ekansh's hands held her firm.

"Let me go, Mr. Rai!" she demanded, struggling.

Ekansh's eyes flashed with anger, his breath hot against her skin.

"You're my wife. You'll obey me," he growled.

Samyuktika's determination intensified.

"I won't give in. You can't force me," she spat.

Ekansh's gaze narrowed, his lips curling into a snarl.

Samyuktika's eyes widened as Ekansh removed his blazer and shirt, revealing his chiseled physique.

His abs seemed to ripple in the dim light, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

But reality slapped her back into awareness.

Ekansh grasped the shoulder of her anarkali and tore it, exposing her skin partially.

Samyuktika's tears fell harder as Ekansh's lips brushed against her neck.

She tried to push him away, but he held her firm.

"Just a trailer," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Ekansh stopped abruptly and backed off. "A lot can happen beyond this," he warned.

With those ominous words, Ekansh turned and left the room. Samyuktika collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

She clutched the dupatta to her chest, trying to cover herself. As she wept, she realized she had to escape.

Samyuktika's thoughts racing, she contemplated escape. But reality crushed her hopes.

The mansion's isolation, surrounded by the forbidden forest, made fleeing impossible.

And then there were the guards, loyal only to Ekansh.

She felt trapped, suffocating under the weight of her circumstances.

But Samyuktika's resolve strengthened as she thought of her grandmother.

Hospitalized and battling cancer, her grandmother's only comfort was Samyuktika's marriage to Ekansh.

The price of her grandmother's life was Samyuktika's freedom.

Tears streaming down her face, Samyuktika accepted her fate.

She would endure this toxic marriage, protecting her grandmother's fragile hope.