Dear Aisha

Prologue

Brashly and before I could make a count for it, my drunk husband pushed me against the mirrored wall of his bedroom. Trying to pull out of his tight grasp I breathlessly yelled.

"Chhod do mujhe... leave me." I uselessly pulled against the solid restraints that were his hands. Not giving up that easily I tugged again and again while his hands kept me tightly restrained, not even budging. He looked at me amused like he was mocking me and my attempt to flee.

He brought his lips close to my ear, "First of all," he breathed. His once minty, cool breath now smelled like vodka and bourbon. l turned my head away from him as his breath of strong alcohol invaded my nose.

That's when the expression on his face changed to something more... something dangerous, something a lion does before he stalks and kills his prey.

He leaned forward so our faces were right next to each other, our noses almost touching. I held my breath and forgot to respire.

"I have two things to tell you." He whispered menacingly. "Number one: you said that I have no power over you. Challenge accepted. Watch me." He was too quick for my sense to follow along. He brought himself closer to me until his chest pressed against my breasts. My heart raced, goosebumps rose on the back of my neck and all the way down my skin, and all my senses went into overdrive. His cold lips pressed against the spot where my pulse palpated rapidly and repeatedly. Slowly those hands that restrained me loosened and the thought to run and push him away hit me but it was as if his lips restrained me. I couldn't move nor breathe. His eyes met mine and before I took my first breath his lips found mine. His full, dulcet lips danced with mine with steps I have never seen. They didn't just touch my lips, they devoured my lips and engulfed me with foreign feelings that were alien to my body. My memory faded and I forgot who I was- and now all I was, was a girl being kissed by a guy. Very soon the dosage of ecstasy increased as his hands wound against my hips pulling me forcefully against him. A soft moan left my mouth, letting his tongue envelop my tongue. He let me go and I fell back leaning against the wall, catching my breath. His hazel eyes bore deep into mine and I was numb.

It was humiliating, they way my body betrayed me for his caress- his anything. I began to walk away until I was pulled back against the mirror wall- again. Even after this emotional day, I had held myself together, but I couldn't swallow past the giant lump in my throat. No please don't cry, I begged myself. There was only so much dignity left within me.

His eyes pierced into mine with his hands holding my shoulders in captivity. "Number two: you told me I don't scare you." He closed in, breathing me in sharply and a thrill of fear went up my spine. "Let me in you on a secret Mrs.Bhatt. You were in law school right? Lawyer... or something like that?" He chuckled lifelessly freeing my shoulders and walking away to the wine bottle that rested on his nightstand. He poured himself a glass and looked back at me. I anxiously waited for him to finish what he was saying. He chuckled again disbelievingly "You married a killer, Aishwarya" He said, his face showing no guilt or remorse. I looked at him confused, needing clarification. "Many people... these hands," he said putting his hands out as he stared in disbelief at them. "These hands have stolen, took...killed" he slumped on the side of the bed and looked at the wall blankly, lost in some old memory. he closed his eyes, taking a swing of something from the bottle and then placed the bottle aside. Walking closer to me, he stopped in front of me, just like we were less than five minutes ago. "if I can do that, imagine what I could do to you..." his voice traveled off as he looked into my eyes.

Feeling something like cold metal on my skin, under my saree blouse, I looked down to see a gun against my bare skin.

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Aishwarya Laghari (Arya) never saw herself marrying the mysterious CEO of the Bhatt Industries International (BII), Arjun Bhatt. Arya was known in her town as the mischevious, beautiful daughter of Gautham Laghari, whose daughter had some crazy ambitions. Arya didn't dream of getting married to Arjun Bhatt, let alone being married was last on her list. She wanted to go to law school and be a lawyer and work for the government; but instead, she finds herself married to Arjun Bhatt, the womanizer who crushed her dreams.

A well known Playboy, Arjun Bhatt, son of one of India's top businessmen was missing out of the press and media's spotlight for two years. No one had a clue about what happened to the man until he returned two years later to help his father's failing business. The world wondered what happened to the playboy turned CEO, but then the hot news spread of his arranged marriage to Aishawarya Laghari.

When Arya met Arjun, it was obvious that Arjun was like the apple that Eve shouldn't have ate, he was like the flame that was the cause of the moths death... but how can someone who looks like an angel turn out to be the devil himself?

-A love story of two people who refuse to fall for each other. An action drama with a dose of Indian drama, hatred, betrayal, guns, lust... and who knows maybe a little Pyaar.