#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards...
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AUTHOR'S POV
"Mr. Agnihotri." Kashi reached for his hand, but he yanked it back before she could even touch him. She had expected that—knew exactly how he would react—but it still stung.
"You knew? You fucking knew you were pregnant? Five months, Kashi?"
His voice was thunder in their bedroom. His chest rose and fell sharply, his hands raking through his hair as if trying to pull out the frustration clawing at his skull.
Kashi lowered her gaze, her toes curling against the cold floor. Yes, she knew. Of course, she knew. But it wasn't as if she had planned this. They had been careless—one night, one forgotten condom, and a missed pill. That was all it took. And this was what he thought.
Now, there was a baby. Their baby.
Adhikrit's jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. His mind raced, rewinding the past months—the strange changes in her behavior, the way she had softened, how exhaustion weighed heavier on her than usual. It all made sense now. She had been acting... normal. Not like the unshakable, stubborn woman who always had something to prove, but someone carrying a secret. Someone carrying a child.
Kashi bit her lip, lifting her gaze to meet his stormy eyes. "Suniye na..." Her voice was gentle, coaxing.
(Please listen.)
But the look he gave her in return was anything but. Cold.
"Aap suniye humari baat," he bit out. "Aur hum yeh bacha nahi rakh rahe hain."
(You listen to me—we are not keeping this baby.)
Kashi went still.
The words hit her like a slap, burning against her skin. Not keeping it?
Her fingers curled into fists, her heart pounding as something fierce and protective surged inside her. She lifted her chin, her anger breaking through the shock. Her fingers trembled as she clenched them into fists, her anger rising. "I'm not giving up this baby. It's our child, not some mistake we can erase."
Adhikrit's jaw tightened. His eyes burned with disbelief as he stepped closer, his voice dropping into something softer—something dangerous. "Sweetheart," he said, his fingers grazing her arm in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She knew this tone. Knew he was about to try and manipulate her. "You understand why I don't want this, don't you?"
Of course, she knew.
Adhikrit feared history repeating itself. He didn't want to bring a son into this world because in his mind, a boy meant rivalry, power struggles, the same blood-soaked cycle he had fought his whole life to escape.
Kashi exhaled slowly. "What if it's a girl?"
His sharp scoff filled the room. "Impossible."
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his chest. "Mr. Agnihotri, it's not impossible."
