She was born to soar, to touch the skies, to carve her own destiny in the vast blue beyond. Udaan Oberoi-a name that meant 'flight'-had always believed in herself, in her dreams, in the fire that burned within her. But in the end, what did her dreams amount to? A mere investment, a calculated transaction in the eyes of the very people who raised her.
"We sent you abroad, we let you chase your ambitions, and now you refuse to do this one thing for our reputation?"
"You owe us every breath, every penny spent on you."
"You are not our daughter-you are just a burden we invested in."
That night, in a room where love should have thrived, Udaan was not a daughter. She was a debt to be repaid. And the price? Her freedom.
A forced marriage to Tanishq Maheshwari-a man with a heart shattered by another woman's absence. A man who looked at her not as a wife, but as the reason his world had collapsed. In the flickering glow of wedding lamps, two strangers sat side by side, bound by a sindoor neither wanted, a mangalsutra that felt like shackles.
She was dead to the people who raised her.
She was invisible to the man she married.
But Udaan was not a woman who would fade into silence.
On their wedding night, when she stood in his clothes, unbothered, unapologetic, and fearless-she declared war.
When he dared to raise his hand, she struck back harder.
When he called her a curse, she promised to become his storm.
Because Udaan was never meant to be caged.
And if they thought they could break her, they had no idea what kind of fire they had unleashed.
This story contains-
• The Fiery Heroine vs. The Cold,
Emotionally Shut-Off Hero
• Forced Marriage Between Fire & Ice
• Passionate Hate → Reluctant Attraction
"koun ho tum, or itni raat gair humare mehel mai kya kar rhe ho" she said in her deep threatening voice.. keeping her khanjar on that man's neck
"aap Rajkurami hai shayad.. sahi kaha na maine" he smirked
"mujhe ye bilkul nhi pasand koi meri baat ka niradar kare- "
Suddenly he pulled her closer to himself as her body bumped into his hard chest.. she looked at him with widened eyes.. blood boiling inside.. never in her life anybody had done this type of thing to her.. it was against her Atiquates..
"TUMHARA ITNA DUSSAHAS-"
"shhh" he kept his finger on her lips and automatically she quieted herself..
"rajkumari ji.. yaha aya toh mai pustaini haar churane tha.. par shayad apne hi mere se kuch chura liya.. "
she frowned and gulped "k-kya.. "
he smiled
"mera dil.. "
by: parkaishwarya
(no Palagrism)