BOUND BY VENGEANCE

"Regret tastes bitter, but defiance? Defiance burns."

Shanzay's fingers trembled as she clutched the wedding dupatta draped over her head. The weight of it suffocated her more than the heavy embroidery-it was the weight of her downfall, the price of a battle she never knew she had started.

The man beside her wasn't a savior. He wasn't a lover. He was her downfall wrapped in an expensive sherwani and a cruel smirk.

Shahzaib Sarmad Sikander.

Her enemy, her captor, her husband.

The pen scratched against the paper as she was ordered to sign. Forced to seal her fate with ink while the ghosts of her past laughed at her misery. Her family, once her tormentors, had abandoned her. The man she was meant to marry now watched from the sidelines, betrayal and humiliation written across his face.

But it was Shahzaib's eyes that held her captive-the silent rage, the unspoken vow that this wasn't about love. It was about power. About revenge.

"You wanted to fight me?" he whispered, so low only she could hear. "Now, you'll spend a lifetime losing."

Her hands tightened into fists. She would never let him win.
Even if it meant destroying them both.