Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter 28.

After he left the room, Celine brought my dinner upstairs. Honestly, I was hungry, but I was getting tired of the same kind of food. I craved real food-chicken, rice, fish, lentils, or chapati. If I compared Paris to India, my India was undoubtedly the best-filled with good food, family, friends, and free of monsters like Agastya.
I was lost in my useless thoughts when my phone started ringing. It was my sister. I picked up the call, and we chatted for a while. I asked about her exams, and she mentioned that next year, her college would be over, and she'd come to live with me. She told me about our grandparents and Papa, and I was relieved to hear that they were all fine, including my brother, who was working at a call center and had started night college. It was good to know everything was going well back home. I asked her to take care of herself and the family.
Her call had just ended when my phone started ringing again. This time, it was Ankit. Unknowingly, a smile crept onto my face as I answered. He greeted me with a warm "Hello," and I responded in kind. He asked how my ankle was, and I assured him it was fine. Then he said that if it wasn't better by morning, he could take me to the doctor.
An idea popped into my mind: why not go with him instead of Mr. Rathore? That way, I wouldn't have to face him, and he wouldn't have to deal with me either. So, I told Ankit that although I had already booked an appointment, he was welcome to accompany me if he wanted. In my mind, I thought Mr. Rathore didn't need to waste his time on someone like me. We agreed to meet at 10 a.m., and I promised to text him the details of the appointment.

After ending the call, I couldn't help but smile. It felt nice to know that someone genuinely cared for me. With that thought, I headed toward Mr. Rathore's room. I knocked on his door twice, but there was no answer. I was about to head downstairs to look for him when I noticed the door was slightly open. Pushing it gently, I stepped inside-only to regret it instantly.
As soon as I entered, he stepped out of the washroom, wearing nothing but a towel. His tall frame was adorned with perfectly chiseled muscles that screamed hours of dedication to the gym. His broad shoulders led to a strong, defined chest and sculpted abs that seemed carved out of marble. His biceps looked powerful, veins slightly visible under his skin, and his skin glistened faintly from the water droplets that hadn't yet dried. His jawline was sharp, and his damp hair added to the rugged, irresistible charm.
For the first time in my life, I wished I wasn't wearing my glasses. Without them, I wouldn't have had such a crystal-clear view of his absurdly perfect physique. I started shouting, "Oh my God, oh my God! What the f-what the fu-" and quickly turned my face toward the door.
I was still rambling when he came closer, covering my mouth with his hand from behind. Now my back was pressed against his front, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. To my horror, I felt an unfamiliar sensation coursing through me. I was muffling under his palm when he leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "Keep quiet, or I know how to make you."
My heart was thundering in my chest. I could feel my legs weakening, and my body felt hot all over. I thought I might faint. He suddenly spun me around, making me face him. I immediately closed my eyes, too flustered to handle the intensity of the moment. He pushed me against the wall-why did he always make me lean on walls? Was this some strange hobby of his? I was starting to feel irritated at the ridiculousness of it all.
Before I could say anything, his deep voice snapped me back to reality. "Did you come here to finish what was started in your room?"
Confused, I asked, "What thing?"
He smirked and said, "So you need reminding, huh?" His gaze made me feel like I was missing something obvious.
I began wiggling under his grip, and he finally removed his hand from my mouth. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand while using the other to remove my glasses.
"What are you doing?" I snapped at him.
He leaned closer and said, "I'm making sure you get what you came for."
"What?"
His smirk widened as he called me stupid. Then he released my hands and asked why I was there. I pushed him back slightly and told him he should put on some clothes before I talked to him.
"Why should I?" he asked with an air of nonchalance. "We can talk like this."
This man was absolutely shameless. I decided to let it slide and directly stated that I needed the details of the doctor's appointment. His smirk grew even wider.
"If you wanted my number, you could've just asked directly. No need to make excuses or come to my room for that," he said, clearly amused.
I rolled my eyes at his delusions. "No, Mr. Rathore. I'm here to get the address of the doctor. My friend Ankit will take me there. I don't want to trouble you."
I hadn't even finished my sentence when he suddenly scooped me up into his arms and laid me on his bed. His darkened eyes bored into mine as he warned, "Take his name one more time, and I'll show you who you belong to."
I was stunned, my mind racing to make sense of what was happening. Determined not to back down, I firmly stated, "I'm not afraid of you, and if I have to go to the doctor, I'll go with Ankit."
His expression hardened, and he grabbed my leg, pulling me closer. Hovering over me, he pressed his lips against mine. One hand found its way under my top, trailing along my stomach, while his lips moved to my neck.
Terrified, I whispered, "Please, Agastya, don't."
Hearing his name he stopped. He looked at me, amused, and asked me to repeat myself. Confused, I said it again, "Please, , don't."
No Repeat the complete sentence
"Please, Agastya, don't."
He smiled smugly and said, "Fine, I'll stop. But tell your so-called friend that you'll go with me-your husband-not with some random person."
I wanted to protest, but my voice failed me. I nodded reluctantly.
His smirk grew, and he said, "You're so stubborn. Because of you, I had to take another shower, so now you'll face the consequences."
He leaned in to kiss me again, but I stopped him with my palm over his mouth. He kissed my hand instead, smiling mischievously as he got up.
"Go back to your room," he commanded. "Or I won't mind punishing you the whole night."
Without wasting another second, I fled the room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened.
What was that?