"You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." *** 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Delhi. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

her calling her husband to bed seeing , him working to late, ''am i day dreaming or did you just invite me to the bed wifey'' ''to sleep.....don't get any dirty idea'' ''impossible....all i have are dirty ideas ...and when it comes to you some down right filthy'' _____________________________________________________________________ ''its fake marriage'' he said to his friend and when he sees him checking her out, ''take your eyes off her ass'' his freind giving him smirk, '' fake yeah ...right'' _____________________________________________________________________ '' if soulmates exist mine better let me know right now!!'' she though , two desk away an uncontrollable urge to sneeze overcome him ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- what will happen when the biggest mafia king want to take revenge from his sweet innocent wife that just turned 18 but forcefully get married her life had taken such turn that her whole world become upside down does her innocence will break the resolution of her husband for taking revenge or she will always struggle?? lets find out