Anaya sat in front of her mirror, dressed in her bridal attire, her reflection a mixture of beauty and sorrow. Her hands shook as she adjusted the heavy jewelry on her neck, her thoughts heavy with doubt. She barely knew Samrat Yadhuvanshi—her father had arranged this marriage, and she’d accepted it, believing it was her duty to respect his wishes. Though Samrat seemed charming, something in her gut felt uneasy, yet she brushed it aside, hoping this marriage would bring her the happiness she'd been yearning for.
A light knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Kaun hai?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
A maid entered, holding a glass of water. “Maya di ne diya hai,” the maid said, placing the glass on the table.
Anaya smiled faintly, grateful for her sister’s thoughtfulness.
Taking the glass, she sipped the water slowly, appreciating its coolness, but soon after, an unusual dizziness washed over her. The room began to blur, her vision dimming. She barely had time to process what was happening before darkness claimed her.
When she finally came to, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed. Disoriented, Anaya sat up, glancing around the room, which was decorated richly but felt cold and unfamiliar. Panic surged as she realized she wasn’t in her house. She moved to stand, but the door creaked open, and a figure appeared, lounging on a nearby chair, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Itni bhi kya jaldi hai, Anaya madam?” the man said, his tone mocking. “Kahan ja rahi hain aap?”
Anaya’s heart pounded as she recognized him. It was Abhimaan Singhania—a name she’d only heard in business circles. He was known to be ruthless, someone who thrived on power games and manipulation. But what was he doing here? And why had he brought her to this strange place?
“Tum...tum kaun ho? Aur mujhe yahan kyun laye ho?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Abhimaan leaned forward, his gaze dark and intense. “Main? Main hoon tumhari barbadi, Anaya,” he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Her blood ran cold as his words sank in. “Please...mujhe ghar wapas jaane do,” she pleaded, backing away. “Aaj meri shaadi hai… Samrat ke saath… mere papa tumhe chhodenge nahi!”
Abhimaan laughed, an arrogant, dismissive sound. “Oh, Samrat? That man doesn’t deserve you, Anaya. He’s just a pawn in his family’s game, and you’re just a trophy to him. Tumhein sirf tumhari khoobsurati ke liye chaahta hai—nothing more.”
Anaya’s heart sank as she realized that Abhimaan might be telling the truth. The doubt that had been nagging her resurfaced, stronger than ever. But even if Samrat wasn’t the ideal partner, marrying Abhimaan wasn’t an option.
“Tum jo bhi ho… mere papa tumhe aise nahi chhodenge,” she said defiantly, hoping her voice sounded braver than she felt.
Abhimaan’s expression hardened. “Tumhare papa?” He sneered. “Tumhare papa yaani mere hone wale sasurji... unse milwaane ka waqt bhi aayega. Lekin pehle shaadi toh kar lein.”
Anaya’s eyes widened, horror filling her at the implication. “Mujhe tumse shaadi nahi karni!” she cried, backing away further. “Chhod do mujhe!”
Abhimaan’s face grew serious, his gaze cold as steel. “Tumhe laga ke main yahan tumhari marzi puchhne aaya hoon?” He took a menacing step toward her. “Mujhe jo chahiye, main le leta hoon. Waise maya kaun hai suna hai bhut achi dost hai tumhari ”
Tears filled Anaya’s eyes as she shook her head. “Please... mere dost Maya ko kuch mat karna. I’ll do whatever you say... but please, don’t hurt her she is my everything.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly satisfied with her submission. “Acha toh phir… sign on these papers, Mrs. Singhania,” he said, pushing a set of documents toward her.
Hands trembling, Anaya took the pen he offered. Her mind was screaming at her not to do this, to fight back, but the thought of her family and friends in danger left her paralyzed. She lowered her head, tears falling as she reluctantly signed her name, sealing her fate.
When she finished, Abhimaan smiled victoriously. “Ab toh tum officially meri ho, Anaya abhimaan singhania .”
The weight of those words felt suffocating, and she could barely look at him. Her mind was a storm of fear, anger, and regret. She’d hoped marriage would give her life a sense of stability, maybe even happiness. But here she was, trapped with a man who saw her as nothing more than a possession.
“Chalo, ab chalke milte hain tumhare papa se,” Abhimaan said, his tone mocking as he gestured toward the door. “Beechare chinta mein honge… unki pari kahan gayi.”
He reached out to grip her arm, pulling her up forcefully. She winced, but his hold only tightened. As he led her out of the room, she stole glances at the man who had upended her life in a single night. He was handsome, with sharp features and an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance, but his heart was as cold as ice.
When they finally arrived back at her family’s estate, her father was pacing anxiously in the hall. The moment Dhairya saw Anaya, relief filled his face, but it quickly turned to shock when he noticed Abhimaan by her side, his arm possessively around her.
“Anaya... yeh kya ho raha hai aur khaa bhag gyi thi tum ?pta haibl yadhuvanshi parivar ke aage kitni bezzati sahi humne .” her father demanded, looking between them in confusion.
Abhimaan’s grip tightened on her shoulder as he addressed her father, his voice laced with mock politeness. “Sasurji, ab meri patni ko thodi privacy to deni hogi. Anaya ab Singhania parivaar ki izzat jo hai she is ANAyA ABHIMAAN SINGHANIA .”
Her father’s face turned pale as the implications of Abhimaan’s words sank in. “Yeh... yeh kya bakwaas hai? Tumne... tumne kya kiya, Abhimaan?”
“kya hua sasur jee dar lag raha hai achi baat hai lgana bhi chaiye abhi toh its just a start aage dekhiye hota hai kya ,” Abhimaan replied smoothly, his gaze unflinching.
Anaya felt her father’s disappointment like a knife to her heart and also she was confused what they are talking about and one thing she was clearr it was none other than RIVALARY , but what hurt even more was her own helplessness. She wanted to tell him this wasn’t her choice, that she’d been forced, but the look in Abhimaan’s eyes was a warning. He’d made it clear what he was capable of, and she couldn’t risk her loved ones.
After a long, tense silence, her father spoke, his voice trembling with rage. “Agar tumne Anaya ko zara bhi takleef di… to main tumhe kabhi maaf nahi karunga, Abhimaan singhania .”
Abhimaan just smirked. “Worry not, sasurji. Main apni patni ka pura khayal rakhunga .ap jo karna chahtein the woh thi nahi ho paya koi nahi have a great night sasur jee pta nahi kal se shayad apko neend na ayein.”
Dgairya trembled and shiver ran down her spine he thought of his past with singhania's and he internally cried .
With that abhimaan , he led Anaya away, leaving her father fuming, helpless to do anything. As they drove away, Anaya gazed out the window, her heart heavy with despair. She didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was clear: she was no longer in control of her life.
And as Abhimaan’s cold gaze lingered on her, she feared she’d only begun to glimpse the nightmare that awaited her.
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Eternal Love ~
RomanceHe'd married her to watch her fall, but somewhere along the way , he was the one who stumbled.
