After Advait left Samaira heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life-their wedding day-her world shatters. Picking up the pieces, she barely manages to rebuild herself when her family insists she marry Aarav, a successfu...
The room seemed to freeze in an instant. Advait’s cold words sliced through the silence, and the sharp tension in the air wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. He had come here to sabotage my wedding, to do what exactly? Humiliate me once more? Destroy my life for good?
His presence had already shattered the fragile peace I had been trying to build for the past year. But this? This was something else entirely. I could feel my chest tighten as he spoke again, his voice colder than ice, his words deliberate.
“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 turning into something darker. “But now… If you really dare to cross me, let me show you what I’m capable of.”
I froze. His words hung in the air, heavy and dangerous, and my heartbeat quickened. This wasn’t just about business anymore. It never was. Not for him. For him, it had always been personal.
Before I could even react, a deafening gunshot rang out, causing everyone in the room to jump. My heart slammed against my chest as I looked at Advait, who now stood with a gun in his hand, the smoke rising from the barrel. His eyes gleamed with malice as he turned his head toward the ceiling.
“Seal all the exits,” Advait commanded coldly to his guards, who immediately sprang into action, locking all the doors and cutting off any possible escape routes. My eyes darted to my father and the others, panic spreading through me.
“Advait, what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay composed.
“You have a choice, Samaira,” he said, his gaze fixed firmly on me. “Either marry me, or watch your loved ones die.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. This was madness. This was no longer about revenge or business. This was a man who had shattered me once and was now threatening to destroy everything I had left.
Aarav, who had been standing to the side, his face pale, stepped forward, trying to reason with Advait. “You can’t do this, Advait. This is insane,” he said, his voice shaking. “You want me to sign the contract? Fine, I’ll sign it, whatever you want. But this—this isn’t business anymore!”
Advait turned his gun on Aarav in an instant, his eyes burning with fury. “It’s not business anymore, Aarav. Now it’s personal,” he said through clenched teeth, his voice laced with venom.
I felt my knees weaken, but I stood tall, forcing myself not to give in to the fear that threatened to consume me. I refused to let Advait win. Not again. Not ever.
The room fell into a tense silence. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for something—anything—to break. I locked eyes with Advait, my heart pounding in my chest.
“And you think,” I began, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “that after everything you’ve done, after everything you’ve put me through, that I would marry you? Just to satisfy your fragile ego?” I let out a short laugh, though it felt hollow. “Just wow. What a joke.”
Advait’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening with frustration. “You’re in no position to make demands, Samaira,” he said, his voice low and threatening.
I could feel the anger burning in me, but I refused to let him see me falter. This wasn’t about me anymore; this was about my family. The last thing I wanted was for him to hurt anyone else. I swallowed the bitterness that filled my throat and stood my ground.
“I’m not doing this, Advait,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “You won’t get away with this. My family—”
“Oh, I’ll get away with it,” he cut me off, his voice cold and emotionless. “Because now, you’ll marry me, whether you want to or not.”
He took a step closer to me, and despite the overwhelming tension in the room, despite everything that had happened, I refused to back down. I could see my father’s worried face out of the corner of my eye, his hands clenched into fists as he stood next to my mother. They knew this was far from over, but I wouldn’t let Advait tear apart everything we had left.
With a terrifying calmness, Advait turned to the priest. “Proceed,” he ordered, his voice like ice. The priest hesitated for a brief moment, clearly confused, but under the gun’s unyielding pressure, he began chanting the mantras again, the sound of the holy verses filling the air.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was here, standing in front of a man who had once promised me forever, only to betray me in the cruelest way possible. And now, here he was again, forcing me into this.
Everything about this felt wrong, from the ceremony to the feeling of Advait’s eyes on me. His gaze was intense, filled with something unreadable. I couldn’t fathom what he was feeling, but I knew one thing—he wanted control. He wanted to break me, to make me submit to him once more.
Aarav tried to protest again, stepping forward. “Samaira doesn’t want this,” he said, his voice pleading. “She shouldn’t be forced into this.”
Advait turned toward him, his face a mask of icy fury. “Shut up, Aarav,” he snarled. “This is between me and her. Stay out of it.”
Aarav looked back at me, his eyes full of helplessness. But all I could do was stand there, my heart aching as I realized the true weight of the situation. The moment was no longer about love or even revenge. It was about power. Advait’s power. And he wasn’t going to stop until he had everything under his control.
I could feel the tears threatening to spill, but I refused to let them fall. Not now. Not when it mattered the most. But deep inside, I knew that I was powerless against him. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t stop him. The man I had once loved, the man who had left me heartbroken a year ago, was now forcing me into a marriage I didn’t want.
The priest continued chanting, the sound almost drowned out by the pounding in my ears. Advait’s hand was cold as he reached for me, pulling me toward him with an iron grip. “You don’t have a choice,” he said quietly, his voice low but firm.
The words echoed in my head, and for a moment, everything went numb. My body obeyed his every command, and there was nothing I could do to fight it. It felt like a nightmare, like I was trapped in the past, caught in the web of his manipulation all over again.
And then, as the priest finally completed the last of the vows, I realized one thing: I had no choice but to marry him. But I would not let him win. Not in the end. I would find a way to make him pay for what he had done. I just had to survive long enough to see it through.
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