Hate Signed In Ink

He took a step closer.

She didn't look away. Her eyes stayed locked on his, betraying none of the nervousness screaming inside her. But she knew, her heart was pounding wildly, almost painfully, against her ribs.

"I'll give you one week," he said calmly. "One whole damn week. Do whatever you want. You're free to dig, to search, to find a valid piece of evidence against me... and put me behind bars."

He stepped closer again.
Her throat tightened; she swallowed hard. She noticed the slow bob of his Adam's apple, the dangerous intensity in his gaze. Still, she didn't break eye contact.

"And if" he continued.

A faint smile curved his lips.

"If you fail," he murmured, closing the distance between them, leaning in until his breath brushed her ear. He whispered something so shocking that she gasped in disbelief.

"You're going to marry me."

She pulled back sharply. "I'm not agreeing this is not any kind of contract."

"Why?" he asked softly,
knowingly. "Afraid to be my wife? Or do you already know you won't be able to put me behind bars?"

He knew exactly how to corner her ,
how to provoke her pride, her determination. And it worked.
"Fine," she said after a beat, her eyes blazing.
"But remember this, I will put you behind bars."
His smile deepened.

As if he already knew... she wouldn't.

.............................................

That was it- a deal that silently signed her defeat.
A deal that bound her into marriage.
Because neither of them was willing to bow down, and both carried their egos like armor.

Rudranay Birla X Varnavi Atwal.

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