"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"Kunwar Avivansh Pratap Singh," the voice drawled on the other end of the line, every word dripping with smug arrogance. "I see the mighty prince is in quite a predicament. Losing your wife like that—how careless of you."
My heart froze for a second, and then a tidal wave of rage and adrenaline surged through me. "Who is this?" I demanded, my voice sharp, cold, and unyielding.
There was a low chuckle on the other end, a sound that sent a chill crawling up my spine. "Oh, come now, surely you haven’t forgotten me already," he mocked. "Though, to be fair, it has been quite some time since we last crossed paths. You were, what... ten years old?"
The realization hit me like a thunderbolt. The voice. That voice. How could I forget? It was the same voice that haunted my nightmares. The voice I heard that night, laughing amidst the blood and carnage, mocking me as my parents' lives were torn away.
"Jaswant Sindhiya," I growled, his name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My grip on the phone tightened as my blood boiled.
"Ah, there it is," he said, his tone amused, as though we were merely old acquaintances catching up. "It's been a long time, hasn’t it? Though I must say, it seems fate has a sense of humor. Desperation doesn’t suit you, prince."
"Where is my wife?" I roared, my voice cracking with fury. My entire body trembled with the sheer force of my anger.
"Oh, she's safe… for now," he replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. "But I can't make any promises for how long that will last."
"Listen to me, Sindhiya," I snarled, each word like a blade. "If you so much as touch her—"
"Ah, ah," he interrupted smoothly, his tone laced with mockery. "Save your threats, prince. You're not in control here. I am."
I could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only fueled the storm raging inside me. "You’ve made the worst mistake of your life, Sindhiya," I hissed. "And I’ll make sure it’s your last. You got the first time because I was a child but now you mess with the wrong person and you will realise this sooner."
"Such bold words," he taunted. "After all you are Anant Pratap Singh's blood, But words won’t bring her back, will they? Actions does. That’s what I need from you. You want her back? You’ll do exactly as I say."
"Tell me what you want," I spat, my voice a low growl.I could throw the worlds fortune on his face to bring Avni safe. "And pray I don’t find you before this is over."
"You want your family back," he said, his tone suddenly colder, deadlier. "I want mine."
I froze, the weight of his words sinking in. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.
