Love In Vengeance
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"Aditya, I-"
"Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings.
But Her silence was enough for him.
"The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?"
Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this.
"D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock.
The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter.
"You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?"
His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago."
Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again.
"You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father."
"Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate."
"I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal.
"I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like."
Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance.
The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own.
His Love turned into Vengeance.
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"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵👰 They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.
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" No! Get away from me. You are not my mumma and you will never be. I hate you and papa hates you too. I don't wanna talk to you.!" Sahil screamed. " Sahil, baby I am not trying to take your mumma's place. Please just let me tend to your would or you will get infection." I tried to pacify my four year old son. " No. I can do it on my own!" He shouted and ran back to him room. I sighed and knocked my mother in law's room. She is not fond of me either. Only two people in the house truly understand me, my father in law and my sister in law who is in her first year college. My so called husband wants nothing to do with me. I am only his son's nanny who is incapable of doing her job. " Where is Sahil?" The deep voice roared in the living room. " In his room." I replied not looking at him. " You had one fucking job. To take care of my son and you couldn't do that too." He directed his anger towards me. " 5...4...3...2...1" I counted backwards to calm my anger. " I tried to aid to him. He wouldn't listen to me." I said honestly. Without a word, he stormed into Sahil's room. " Like father, like son. God, why do you have to make things so difficult for me!" I exclaimed, climbing up to my room. Shivanya Sharma- A practicing criminal lawyer by profession, big softie at heart. She is loved by everyone and has a very supporting family. Has three close friends and can do anything for them. Is twenty five but still loves chocolates. Abhimanyu Singhania- A twenty nine year old entrepreneur. He used to be a jolly personality but after his wife Aditi's death, he built walls so high around him, no one can see the real him. He has a son, Sahil whom he loves to the moon and back and can fight with the world for him. Gets married to Shivanya only for Sahil. What has destiny in store for both of them? When two fireballs collide, will it lead to destruction or creation of something beautiful?Complete
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Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.
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