Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter 27.

Riya's POV
Honestly, I didn’t want to take his help, but when he showed me his angry eyes, it wasn’t because I was scared of him—it’s just that I genuinely needed help. It’s good that he’s helping on his own terms without me having to say a word. But this man has to take his revenge, doesn’t he? I didn’t ask him to massage my ankle, but he was doing it anyway, and I was somehow feeling better, so I let him.
Then I remembered that Ankit told me not to massage my ankle after applying balm because it wouldn’t work. So, I asked him to stop. His grip on my ankle suddenly became stronger. What the heck? I hissed in pain, and only then did he loosen his grip. Honestly, this man is bipolar. He angrily instructed me not to move and said I should call Celine if I needed anything.
Later that night, he came to check on me again. He knocked on the door twice, and I told him to come in. When he entered, he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He asked me if my pain had lessened, and I told him I was fine.
Then he stated that he had booked an appointment with the doctor and would take me there tomorrow at 10 a.m. I immediately refused, telling him that I could take care of myself and that he didn’t need to worry about me.
He looked at me and said, “I don’t want my grandparents to worry about you. Even though our agreement is for one year, I don’t want anything to happen to you—not because I care for you, but because I don’t want them thinking I treated you badly when this ends. And honestly, I don’t even care if you’re in pain or if your ankle is twisted. Whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it for my grandparents, so spare me your so-called attitude.”
Listening to him, I was furious. It’s not like I asked him for any help. He was about to leave the room when I reiterated that I wouldn’t be going and assured him that I wasn’t going to complain to his grandparents about such petty things.
After hearing me, he turned back angrily, and in two steps, he was near my bed. He leaned toward me as I sat propped up against the headboard, my leg stretched out straight.
“You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” he said.
I didn’t back down. In a raised voice, I said, “I have no interest in pushing your buttons or taking your help. I can take care of myself. I don’t want anything from someone arrogant enough to call me a gold digger or someone who doesn’t even care for me for the sake of basic humanity. I don’t need help from someone like you. I would rather die in pain than accept your help.”
Hearing this, he came closer, placing his hand on the headboard and leaning toward my face. “Call me arrogant one more time, and I’ll show you just how arrogant I can be,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “And as for knowing you, I know enough to make such comments.”
We were so close that if either of us moved slightly, we would kiss. I tried to shift back, but he leaned in even closer. For a moment, he just stared at me, and I found myself gulping loudly. Stories I’d read in the news flashed through my mind—stories of spouses harming their partners because they didn’t like them. Given his power and money, if he killed me, who would take care of my family? He could easily lie to his grandparents and say I ran away with some guy.
I was lost in thought when, suddenly, he pressed his lips to mine. I was stunned. He slowly held my head, guiding me to lie down on the bed as he continued kissing me. I was too shocked to react at first, but when I came to my senses, I tried to push him off.
He pinned my hands above my head with one hand while his other hand supported my head. His lips hovered over mine as he assaulted me with his tongue. I tried to protest by shutting my mouth, but he forced his way in, exploring my mouth. I kept wiggling in his grip, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally released my lips.
We were both panting, and he smirked at me. I was beyond furious. Somehow, I managed to free my hands and pushed him off.
“What’s wrong with you?” I shouted.
It was as if he snapped out of a trance. Instead of replying, he quietly left the room, saying, “Be ready at 10 o’clock sharp. I’ll be taking you to the doctor.  But if you want to insist I know how can I change your view on this”
His audacity to order me around was infuriating.