𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

*Based Off Of An Imagine* He stepped forward, slow, deliberate. She backed up without thinking, and in seconds her shoulders hit the wall. He hadn't even raised his voice, hadn't laid a hand on her - and yet she was cornered, trembling under the sheer weight of him. "You really are tiny." AJ murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low. His gaze swept over, unhurried, unflinching. "Shy. And you think that makes you forgettable." "I-I don't mean to-" "Don't apologize." The sharpness in his tone cut through her excuse. He leaned down, close enough that his breath brushed her cheek, close enough that his warmth wrapped around her like a cage. "You don't realize what you do to people, do you? You walk around here acting like a rookie that one sees.. but you've got my attention." Her lips parted, but no sound came out. His gaze dipped, just for a second, to her lips, before looking at her wide eyes again. His hands twitched at his side, like he was stopping himself from reaching out towards her. The silence stretched, heavy, electric, until her chest ached from holding her breath. Finally, AJ straightened, though his presence didn't ease. "You're not forgettable." He said, his voice deep, absolute. "And don't make me repeat myself." Then he walked past, his shoulder brushing hers as he left her trembling against the wall, her whole body buzzing with truth.