"वर अब वधु के मांग में सिंदूर भरे," the priest directed.
He took a pinch of sindoor. His gaze met her's for a fleeting moment-her face unreadable, yet heavy with unspoken emotions.
Slowly, he leaned forward and filled her hairline.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and a lone tear slipped down her cheek.
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"Kanak, listen to me, please!" He pleaded
"Listen to what, Aakarsh? You've left nothing for me to hear!" she yelled
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"Arsh, believe me, I didn't do that!" Kanak cried, her voice shattering with sorrow.
"Leave me, Kanak... just go," he murmured, his eyes hollow, as if holding her gaze for another second might break him completely
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"Please... leave me . Please, I'm pregnant," she whispered, terror coating her voice.
"Then get rid of it," came the cold reply, followed by a laugh that echoed across the empty room.
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"Kanak..." Aakarsh whispered in disbelief.
"I am sorry, Arsh," she murmured weakly
And then, a gunshot rang through the air, piercing the silence-and their hearts.
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She was rose in the garden filled with thorns🥀
He was the thorn that would destroy her🔱
Ansh & Anaya were tied in an arranged marriage. By their parents.
Ansh Malhotra
CEO of Malhotra&Co .The most eligible bachelor in India .Handsome, charming,attractive, tall and a heartrobe. He was dominating in every sense and wanted everything under his control.
Anaya Oberoi
Founder of smile foundation. The most beautiful, intelligent, caring and simple girl.Her family was her everything .
what would happen when these two poles apart personalities would get tangled together in a bond called forever❤️🔥
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"Leave... me," she stuttered, struggling with those simple words. Sweat formed on her forehead as she felt so small and weak in his presence.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her close -so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. Her heartbeats echoed in his ears, and her lavender scent intoxicated him. Her soft, milky skin met his cold, rough hands, and the contact left her feeling both bruised and electrified.
To him, it was a mere touch, but to her fragile body, it was intense. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer against him. He pinned her against the wall, their bodies flush with each other. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Do not think that this marriage will change anything between us. You are nothing to me but a wife in name."
Her pulse quickened, and despite the harshness of his words, she felt a forbidden heat rising within her. His lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as he held her there, trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Will the rose be able to transform the thorn into a flower, or will she be crushed along the way?
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