Sanvi - His Unwanted Obsession [18+]

"Why were you talking with your ex-fiancé?" Kashish demanded cornering Sanvi to the wall of party venue, his frustration palpable.

she remained silent,

"For God's sake, Sanvi, answer me!" Kashish growled, his voice rising and causing her to flinch.

"Why should I?" Sanvi snapped back defiantly. "He was insulting me, not you."

"You are my wife, damn it!" Kashish's voice thundered, his anger boiling over.

"But I don't want to be," Sanvi retorted, her words igniting his fury further. His eyes darkened as he stepped dangerously close, pinning her against the wall with a threatening force.

"Like it or not, you are my wife, and you cannot think of any other man. Do you understand?" Kashish's voice was laced with menace. His proximity was suffocating, and Sanvi's breathing quickened, her eyes tightly shut as she pressed against the wall.

"Open your eyes and say it to me," he demanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Do you understand? Say it, damn it!"

It was then that Kashish noticed the tears streaming down Sanvi's face. His rage dissipated as quickly as it had ignited. The sight of her tears cut through his anger,
Sanvi, feeling his presence recede, opened her eyes.

"Sanvi, I-" he started, his voice softening into an apologetic tone.

"Don't!" Sanvi cut him off sharply, her voice trembling with resolve. "Don't you dare utter another word." Her gaze was fierce, despite the tears that stained her cheeks.

She tried to leave, but the hook of her dress caught on the wall decoration, tearing the fabric as she struggled. The tear in her dress was a minor issue compared to the storm of emotions she was navigating. Ignoring her disheveled state, she pushed forward, determined to escape.

"Sanvi, wait!"

Ignoring the curious stares of the party guests, Sanvi left. Kashish followed, but Sanvi was determined and faster, leaving him behind in her wake.

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