Shattered Love - Punarbharosa

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it."

He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist.

His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed.

She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm.

"Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her.

Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest.

Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger.

The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it.

Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear.

"Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered.

"An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future."

👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love.
Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence.
He trusts no one-not even himself.

👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out.
Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken.
Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about.

Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍

They don't believe in love.
They don't believe in healing.
And they definitely don't believe in each other.