His Divine Goddess

(20) The Monster

Pov:Arjun

This woman drives me crazy, damn it! Every word, every defiance-she pushes me to the edge, testing limits she doesn't even realize exist. Hell, I hate this woman. To the depths of my soul. How did I let it come to this? I shouldn't have married her, shouldn't have brought her into my life.

Yet here I am, pinning her against the wall, forcing her to yield, even though deep down, I know this chaos is my own doing.

She whispered, her tone dripping with defiance, igniting something dark in me. "Do you think I'll ever obey you? That I'd be your wife?"

I leaned in close, my voice a dangerous promise. "You think you have a choice? You will obey me, and you will stay here in my house."

My hand tightened around her throat, just enough to remind her who's in control. Her gasp-half anger, half pain-only fuels the fire raging inside me. Damn it, why does she drive me this insane?

"Let go of me, you idiot!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury. I pressed her harder against the wall, my patience hanging by a thread. "Choose your words carefully, Silvy. I am not a gentleman."

She glared back, fearless and wild. "You're right. You're a monster, not a gentleman!"

The truth in her words stung, twisting something raw inside me. I locked eyes with her, daring her to look away. "Yes, darling, I am far from a gentleman. You're right about that. And you'd better remember just how cruel I can be."

In her eyes, I saw a flicker of fear mixed with defiance-a dangerously alluring combination, one that both infuriates and consumes me.

I took a step back, putting a bit of distance between us. She's standing there, looking like some kind of goddess in that lehenga, and I can't help but think that maybe God took a little extra time crafting her. Every inch of her is perfect, and despite the anger simmering between us, all I can think about is how I'd like to tear that dress off her right now.

She catches me staring and snaps, "Stop looking at me like a pervert!"

Only then do I realize just how long I've been caught up, unable to pull my gaze away.

Clearing my throat, I manage to start, "Look, I didn't have a choice. To get my inheritance, I had to marry someone before the deadline. So, I chose you. Don't worry, we can get a divorce after a year-"

Before I could finish, she grabs my shirt collar, pulling me closer. Her eyes are blazing with fury, and, damn it, there's something magnetic about her anger. She seethes, "You think marriage is a game, you selfish jerk!"