Born to Love You

20- Rules

Aru's Pov:

The apartment was a palace in the sky, perched at the very top of a luxury skyscraper that pierced the clouds. As the elevator doors opened, it revealed an expansive, open-plan space with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the city below.

He left without even trying to guide me and I had to walk fast to put up with his long strides like a lost puppy. We finally reached infront of this vast door that looked no less than art. He opened the door and I took a total glimpse of it. My jaw dropped and hit the floor and never came back from the floor again. He walked in and I followed him. The living room seemed to stretch endlessly, with sleek, modern furniture arranged with a precision that felt more like an art exhibit than a home. Each piece was designer, probably custom-made, and each corner of the apartment was drenched in luxury—but there was a coldness, a certain sterility to it.

The floors were polished marble, gleaming so brightly they almost reflected the high ceilings above. The ceilings themselves seemed impossibly high, creating an overwhelming sense of space, with intricate, minimalistic crown molding that emphasized the wealth but also the coldness. The walls were pristine, painted in neutral tones of off-white and grey, with no personal touches, no family portraits or memories to speak of, except for one lone beautiful photograph of a young boy—Ishaan, probably the only thing that was bringing life to this home. It sat on a perfectly manicured side table, almost out of place in its intimacy, surrounded by the cold, calculated minimalism of the apartment.

A massive crystal chandelier hung in the center of the room, sparkling but somehow devoid of warmth, casting a sterile, white light over the space. The dining area, separated by a glass partition, had a long, sleek table made of dark wood, polished to perfection, but there was something sad about it—like it hadn't seen a lively dinner party or even a casual meal in years. The kitchen was an architectural masterpiece, with state-of-the-art appliances seamlessly integrated into matte black cabinetry. It was pristine, untouched, as though no one ever cooked there.

The apartment's layout was designed for someone used to moving through space like a king—there were hallways so wide you could imagine them belonging to a gallery.

As I took it all in, I couldn't help but be awed by the sheer size and grandeur, yet I was also struck by how hollow it felt. It was the kind of place you could get lost in, not just physically but emotionally. For all the beauty and luxury, it felt more like a carefully curated museum than a home where someone truly lived.

I came out from my thoughts and the shock while his cold words were heard by my ears

"If you're done with the gold digging this place. Listen to me carefully and the rules you need to follow in order to stay alive in my presence.
No.1: You will have a room allotted, do not even dare to come near my room or space
No.2: You will have no business with me. Do not dare to irritate or cross my boundaries but remember you are MY property.
No.3: You are the daughter-in-law of the Adani family and the pride of my family.. well that's what the world thinks. So don't you dare to make any fuck boy get into your pants and if something like this ever comes to my notice.." he stopped and took a long strides towards me while I took back few that I hit the wall and we were just mere inches apart that I could feel his warmth above me "Then trust me, darling," he snarled, his voice low but laced with venom, "you and your family—including that fuck boy—will be destroyed beyond your wildest imagination." Each word dripped with fury, his eyes burning with a rage that made my skin crawl. There was no trace of warmth left in them, only a seething, palpable disgust. His words struck like daggers, and for a moment, the air between us felt suffocating, thick with the weight of his threat. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, as if daring me to challenge him. I just kept listening because I didn't dare to open my mouth