𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒚 𝑽𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆

|10|.FRACTURED DREAMS

Asvika paced the room, her heart racing with anticipation. She had imagined this moment differently, hoping for warmth and connection. The door creaked open, and her breath caught as Ashrit stepped inside, his presence dark and imposing. He closed the door behind him, the finality of the sound sending shivers down her.

"Now, let's settle what this marriage really means." he said, his voice low and commanding.“

"What do you mean?" she replied, confusion tightening in her chest. "We're married, Ashrit! Isn't that enough?"

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Enough for what? After a year, we'll be like strangers again. This is just a contract."

Asvika felt her heart plummet, a chill creeping through her. "A contract? What are you saying?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought we were building a life together."

"Building?" Ashrit scoffed, shaking his head. "You really think this is about a life together? You're a means to an end, Asvika."

Her breath caught in her throat as the weight of his words hit her. "A means to an end? Don't you understand I'm a person too? I'm not just some business deal."

"Exactly. You're a contract. Nothing more," he said, his gaze cold and unwavering.

Asvika clenched her fists, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling within her. "So, what? You see me as just a piece in your game? Am I just your business strategy?"

"Yes," he replied, the indifference in his tone cutting deeper than any knife. "You need to understand that this is my world, and you're just living in it."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Great! So I'm just a minor detail in your plan. Thanks for the revelation!"

Ashrit didn't react, his expression stone-cold. "You can choose to see it however you want, but the truth remains the same."

"Don't you think I deserve a say in this 'truth'?" she shot back, sarcasm dripping from her words. "At least let me play the role of the heroine in my own life story."

"Heroine?" He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his lips. "More like a supporting character in a story that has already been written."

"Supporting character? You don't think I can be the lead?" she retorted, crossing her arms defiantly. "Do you have a script? Can I audition for the role?"

His lips twisted into a smirk. "Auditioning won't change the reality, Asvika. You're still just a contract."

"Fuck all i don't wanted to talk to you about shit let's talk about contract and it's terms" He said in his low intimidating voice.

" Hmm, jaise mai toh marri jaa rhi hu inse baat krne ke liye, pata nhi apne ap ko ky smjhte. Lagta hai bhagwaan ne inko sirf 6 foot ki height hi di hai dimaag dena bhul gaye shayad" she said mumbling to herself in low voice.

"Ky kaha tumne" he said looking towards her in confusion.

"Kuch kuch bhi toh nhi" she said without making eye contact with him.

The tension in the room thickened as Ashrit leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression cold and commanding.

"First," he stated firmly, "you will be expected to manage the household. That includes the staff and ensuring everything runs smoothly."

Asvika's eyes flared with disbelief, and she stepped closer, her voice filled with defiance. "Mai tumhare baap ki naukar nahi hu!" she shot back, her words laced with anger. "I didn't sign up to be your servant!"