DIVINE MISCONCEPTION

NEHA NANDA x VARDAAN RATHORE

Teaser:

"I hate you already, Mr Rathore. Don't make me hate you more. I will forget everything you've done to betray me if you let me and my father go."

His head tilts in that dangerous, deranged way as a smirk I've never really seen makes its way to his cold lips.
"Escape me, wife? That desperate to leave your husband without meeting him one last time?"

My hands tremble and lower lip quivers because his words, his face, his eyes, his whole existence is itching on my rage and belief.

I trusted him. I trusted him. I trusted this man right in front of me and I should've known Men can never be trusted.

Atleast not the Politicial tyrants who sits in the Indian Parliament, politicians who walks and talks with humbleness, politicians who wear white collared kurtas and manipulates like the Machiavelli himself.

I do what I should've done long before instead of giving him a control on my heart and body. I retrieve my webley pistol and point it in his direction.

He still has the fucking audacity to walk towards me, say the manipulative words I was expecting, "Worth the gift, doll. You- holding my gifted pistol, should I kneel for the honour?"

My jaw grits so hard and tighter, "I told you, I will kill you if I see you again."

"You want to kill all of me? By all means. Whatever my pretty wife wants." He smiles.

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She was forced to marry a decade old politician.
He willingly married the woman, who was predestined to be his wife.

Their union was inevitable.
Her motive was clear, Revenge.
For all the misconceptions that destroyed her family seven years ago.
And for all the misconceptions that might lead to her destruction as well.

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