Sang Rahiyo~

KIAAN Rathore X Kiara Rawat

Kiaan stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, the city lights twinkling below like a sea of stars, but his heart felt as stormy as the sky above. As a ruthless CEO and a feared figure in the mafia, he was accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life. Yet now, his impending marriage loomed like a dark cloud, a forced alliance he despised.

His fists clenched at his sides. How dare they decide his fate? This was not love; it was a transaction. And Kiara-beautiful, graceful Kiara-was nothing more than a pawn in this game.

He stormed back inside, his footsteps echoing through the lavish rooms. There she was, dancing in the living room, her movements fluid and captivating. But as he watched, frustration bubbled within him. How could she move so effortlessly while he felt trapped in chains?

"Why are you so happy?" he snapped, cutting through the melody of her dance.

Kiara halted, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You act like this is a dream, but it's a prison!" His voice thundered, anger radiating from him. "This marriage is a burden, a weapon against me, and you're playing the role like it doesn't matter!"

She took a step back, hurt flashing across her face. "I'm trying to make the best of it, Kiaan. I didn't choose this either!"

His rage simmered as he faced her. "Then why do you pretend? You're not a dancer in a fairy tale; you're a pawn in a game you don't even understand!"

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken truths. And in that silence, Kiaan felt a crack in his armor-a vulnerability he couldn't afford. Perhaps there was more to her than he had allowed himself to see, but he couldn't let his guard down. Not now.

This story, "Sang Rahiyo," comes from the heart of Zeal, with immense appreciation for the beautiful cover and aesthetic created by @jiyoungmochi. Copying this work is strictly prohibited.