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Forced Marriage
Stalker Romance
It's an Imagination. There is Offensive language. Cuz I can't deal without it😭.
The ballroom buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses.
Avni smiled politely as a business associate leaned in to greet her. While speaking, his hand briefly rested on her waist to guide her through the crowd.
Yuvaan saw it.
His expression turned cold.
He walked over, gently but firmly took Avni's hand, and said, "We're leaving."
She barely had time to protest before he led her out of the hall.
The bedroom door clicked shut.
Avni folded her arms. "Yuvaan, what was that? Everyone was watching."
He stood with his back to her, breathing heavily, trying to steady himself.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he said quietly.
She frowned. "Then why are you angry?"
He turned, jaw clenched.
"Usne tumhari kamar par haath rakha." His voice was low.
"Yuvaan.... it was crowded. He was just trying to move past."
"I know."
"Then?"
His fist struck the wall beside her-not at her-leaving a dull thud in the silence.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
"I hate how it felt."
She looked at him, surprised.
He laughed bitterly.
"Maine kabhi kisi ke liye aisa feel nahi kiya, Avni. Mujhe khud samajh nahi aata yeh kya hai."
She stepped closer.
"Yeh trust ka matter hai."
His eyes softened.
"I trust you."
A pause.
"But the world?" He shook his head. "Us par kabhi bharosa nahi karunga."
Avni reached for his hand and gently pulled it away from the wall.
"You don't have to fight everyone."
He looked at her for a long moment.
"Maybe not."
Then, with the faintest smile, he whispered,
"Par jo tumhe hurt karega... usse pehle uska saamna mujhse hoga."
She sighed dramatically.
"Drama king."
A rare chuckle escaped him.
"And you're still my biggest weakness."
The room fell quiet-not because of fear, but because two people were still learning what love looked like in a world built on power and danger.