He married her for revenge, determined to break her heart, but her innocence shattered his resolve. Instead of despising her, he found himself falling in love.
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The weight of Maan’s accusations sat heavily on my chest as I watched him leave the study. My feet felt rooted to the ground, my body frozen in place, but my mind churned with frantic thoughts. How could I explain something I didn’t even understand myself?
Samrat. His name alone made my stomach twist in knots. I hadn’t thought about him in so long, and yet, here he was again—haunting my present, threatening to ruin everything I’d built with Maan. The photograph Raj had shown Maan must have been taken during a moment I had long forgotten. But why? And who was behind this? Samrat couldn’t have done this randomly. He always had a reason.
I needed answers, and there was only one person who could give them to me.
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An hour later, I stood outside Samrat’s office building, my heart pounding with dread. Memories of our last encounter flashed before my eyes—his threats, his arrogance, the way he had tried to manipulate me into staying with him. It was a time I had buried deep within me, but now, it clawed its way back to the surface.
The receptionist looked up, startled, as I approached. “I need to see Samrat Yadhuvanshi,” I said firmly.
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but tell him it’s Anaya,” I insisted. “He’ll want to see me.”
A few minutes later, I was ushered into his spacious office. Samrat sat behind his desk, his piercing eyes lighting up as soon as he saw me. He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face.
“Well, well,” he drawled. “Look who decided to pay me a visit.”
“Cut the games, Samrat,” I snapped, stepping closer. “What are you trying to do?”
He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “You sent that photo to Maan, didn’t you? You’re trying to destroy my marriage.”
He stood up, slowly rounding the desk to stand in front of me. His presence was intimidating, but I refused to back down.
“Destroy your marriage?” he repeated, his voice laced with mockery. “Oh, Anaya, you give me too much credit. All I did was remind your dear husband of the truth. That photo was just the beginning.”
“What truth?” I demanded, my hands balling into fists. “There’s nothing between us, Samrat. There never was. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
He smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. “Because, my dear Anaya, you don’t get to walk away from me. Not without consequences.”
“You’re pathetic,” I spat, my voice rising. “You think you can control me with your lies and manipulations, but you’re wrong. Maan will believe me. He loves me.”
