"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

In a world ruled by legacy, two women are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate might have other plans. Orm Kornnaphat is a spoiled heiress - fiery, dramatic, and used to getting her way. She's the rebellious daughter of a powerful food export empire, more interested in stuffed toys and late mornings than boardrooms and responsibilities. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she's furious - especially when her bride turns out to be the mysterious stranger who once helped her on a night she can't even remember. Lingling Kwong is the definition of composed. Cold, calculating, and beautiful, she's the only child of the Kwong business dynasty and a boss feared by everyone - but apparently not including her new wife. For Ling, obedience is survival. She's always done what's expected of her, even if it means marrying a bratty stranger for the sake of business and family pride. Thrown into a high-profile marriage neither of them asked for, Orm and Lingling become unwilling partners in a game far bigger than themselves. From chaotic mornings to silent car rides, office wars to stuffed toys invading private spaces - they're learning that hatred, annoyance, and sarcasm might just blur into something else when you're stuck in the same home, same office... and the same destiny. Love isn't part of the plan. But fate? Fate doesn't care what they planned.