A Hate Marred By Vows

A Hate Marred By Vows

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They grew up as enemies. They fell apart as strangers. But fate was never done with them. Niya Reddy had built a life far away from the place that once held her captive. She had erased every memory, buried every feeling, and convinced herself that her past no longer mattered. She was strong. Unshaken. Ready to marry the man chosen for her. Until she came back. Until he was standing in front of her again. Swastik Choudhary had spent years pretending he didn't care. Pretending that her leaving hadn't torn something inside him. That she was just a memory, a childhood mistake, a battle he had long since lost. But the moment she returned, everything came crashing back. The fire. The tension. The war they had been fighting since they were kids. She says she hates him. He says he doesn't care. But hate doesn't make your pulse race. And indifference doesn't feel like this. With an engagement that isn't hers to break, secrets waiting to be unraveled, and emotions neither of them are ready to name, Niya and Swastik are about to learn that some battles aren't meant to be won-only surrendered to. Because love was never their plan. But it was always their destiny.
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Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

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