#PREVIOYSLY KNOWN AS SECRET MARRIAGE (ANUPRE FF)
First story please tolerate my tuti futi english
THIS STORY HAVE SHOTS REGARDING BIGG BOSS BUT IN PARICA VERSION
Prerna looked directly at the sweating, shivering man on the edge of the couch, her voice turning into a whip of pure steel.
"It was him, Mani,"Prerna sobbed, her finger pointing unblinkingly at the pale, trembling figure."It was Mr. Rishabh Bajaj."
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The name hung in the air like a lethal gas, turning the ambient warmth of the living area into a suffocating vacuum. For a fraction of a second, the entire house froze, the reality of the accusation paralyzing the sixteen contestants seated across the sprawling velvet couches.
"What the actual hell?!" Karan Kundrra screamed. He vaulted to his feet, his jaw white with rage as his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned translucent. He took a violent step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Tell me I didn't just hear that name. Tell me this is some sick joke!"
Across the table, the collective composure of their tight-knit circle shattered into raw, jagged pieces. Mohsin and Arjun looked like they were about to tear the structural pillars of the set apart, their faces turning completely red with a righteous, brotherly fury.
"You disgusting piece of trash!" Mohsin shouted, his index finger extending like a blade toward the outer edge of the couch where Mr. Bajaj sat."You sat at our table? You breathed the same air as her after doing that? You absolute degenerate!"
Arjun was already moving, his athletic frame tense, his eyes scanning the space as if looking for the quickest path to civilian destruction.
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"Step away from the couches, Bajaj,"Arjun growled, his voice dropping into a register that none of the housemates had ever heard from the usually lighthearted contestant."Don't you dare move a single inch. Sit right there until you're dealt with."
But nobody was faster than Manik Malhotra. The revelation that Bajaj had not only touched her twice but had dared to use his life, his career, and his name as a leverage to terrorize her into a forty-eight-hour silence pushed Manik completely over the edge of human sanity. The civilized, restrained rockstar—the calculated player who moved through the game with a cold, strategic distance—vanished into the ether. What remained was an ancient, primitive, and lethal force of nature.
