Anindita :HIS Ardhangini

Chapter 10

The evening was quiet as Anindita entered the exclusive dining room Avinash had chosen, feeling her pulse quicken with every step. There was an air of mystery about tonight, something in the way he had summoned her without explaining why. She found Avinash waiting for her, his usual stoic expression softened slightly, yet his gaze held an intensity that unsettled her.

He motioned for her to sit, wasting no time. “Anindita,” he said, his voice steady, carrying a weight that made her heart race. “I want you to marry me.”

The words struck her like a bolt, freezing her in place. She stared at him, barely able to process what he’d said. This man, the ruthless king of Rajasthan, a figure who commanded power and fear—was proposing to her?

She couldn’t find the words, or even the courage to answer. Instead, she stood up abruptly, a mix of disbelief and confusion swirling in her mind as she turned to leave. But before she could take a step, Avinash blocked her path, his eyes narrowed, voice low and commanding.

“You think you can walk away from me without answering?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “When I ask for something, I get it. And I’ve decided, Anindita. You’ll be mine, one way or another.”

She looked up at him, her heart pounding even harder. There was something fierce in his gaze, a determination that seemed to see right through her. “Avinash, I… I don’t think I’m who you need. This is… it doesn’t make sense.” Her voice was a whisper, laced with her own insecurities and doubts. How could someone like him want her, truly? Was this some fleeting fascination? Or worse—a game?

He held her gaze, his expression softening briefly before hardening again. “You think this is a game? I don’t waste my time on things that don’t matter, Anindita. And I never say what I don’t mean.” His eyes flashed with intensity, leaving her no room to doubt his sincerity. “Get ready to marry me soon, Princess. By hook or by crook, you’ll be mine.”

With that, he stepped back, allowing her to leave. His words, however, echoed in her mind as she hurried out of the room, her heart still racing. Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion, disbelief, and—though she wouldn’t admit it—a strange thrill she couldn’t quite ignore.

That night, back in her room, she replayed his words over and over. "Get ready to marry me soon, Princess." She felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest, but she shook it off, convincing herself he couldn’t be serious. This was the Avinash Singh Rathore, a man whose world was nothing like hers. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he choose her?

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the intensity of his words, or the way he’d looked at her—as if she was already his. She caught herself wondering, against all logic, if perhaps he really meant what he said.

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