The Devil's choice

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**Samaira’s POV**

The room seemed to freeze in an instant.

The vibrant energy of the wedding ceremony was abruptly replaced by a chilling stillness.

Advait’s cold words sliced through the silence.

Each syllable was a shard of ice piercing the fragile peace I had desperately tried to construct.

The sharp tension in the air wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket.

It was stealing the very breath from my lungs.

He had come here, to my wedding.

Not as a guest.

Not as a former lover.

But as a saboteur.

To do what exactly?

Humiliate me once more, in front of everyone who mattered?

To destroy my life for good, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake?

His mere presence had already shattered the fragile peace I had been trying to build for the past year.

A peace painstakingly pieced together from the ruins of my broken heart.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

This was a calculated assault.

A deliberate act of cruelty designed to unravel every thread of my composure.

I could feel my chest tighten.

A suffocating pressure was building with each beat of my frantic heart.

As he spoke again, his voice was colder than ice.

Each word was deliberate.

Weighted with a menace that sent shivers down my spine.

“I was just here to sabotage the marriage, make Aarav sign the contract, and leave. I never expected you to be here, Samaira,” he said.

His gaze, once filled with warmth and adoration, was now turning into something darker.

Something predatory.

“But now… If you really dare to cross me, let me show you what I’m capable of.”

I froze.

Every muscle in my body locked into a rigid tableau of fear.

His words hung in the air, heavy and dangerous.

A palpable threat that resonated deep within my bones.

My heartbeat quickened.

It was a frantic drum solo against my ribs.

Each thump echoed the growing panic in my mind.

This wasn’t just about business anymore.

It never was.

Not for him.

For him, it had always been personal.

A vendetta.

Fueled by a perceived betrayal.

A twisted sense of justice that sought to punish me for choices I had been forced to make.

Before I could even react.

Before my stunned mind could formulate a response.

A deafening gunshot rang out.

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