"I told your mother to choose some other princess-one you actually liked," Varnika said, looking him dead in the eye. In the very next heartbeat, she found herself trapped in his arms, pinned against the door. She had never imagined this from him. Back in their Gurukul days, her former classmate wouldn't even spare her a glance; he was the man who spent every night with a different girl. And yet, here he was, seething with rage because she had dared to refuse his mother's proposal. Before she could utter another word, he kissed her, his touch freezing her like ice. When she finally began to gasp for air, he pulled back and spoke in a bone-chilling tone: "They didn't choose you. I chose you."