The Captor Of Enchantress

"The fire we circled didn't bless us-it cursed us. And I will make sure you burn in it first."
- Dhani Varhan.

For a florist like Dhani Varhan, a black orchid usually meant elegance. But the one left for her after that unsettling wedding was a threat. Overnight, her quiet life was flipped upside down, caught in the crosshairs of a power she never asked to be a part of. But Dhani refuses to be a trophy or a captive. To live the life she has always dreamed of-one completely free from chains, control, and lethal restrictions-she has to run. But escaping a shadow that grows everywhere is easier said than done.
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Tonight, she wasn't just running; she was trying to outrun fate itself.
Freedom was her only god, and she was sprinting toward a horizon where his name was never whispered. But the universe has a cruel sense of irony. It doesn't allow a masterpiece to escape its collector. As she fled through the shadows, she realized too late that she wasn't running toward safety-she was hurtling into the mouth of the abyss.
The reckoning she feared didn't come in the form of a storm. It wore a tailored suit and possessed a gaze that could strip a soul bare.
*Ekansh Rathore.*

Confusion clouded her mind until her eyes fell upon the sacred fire-and the truth hit her like a physical blow.
Her heart died of pure horror. No. No, he couldn't be doing this.
"No! Please!" Her voice tore from her throat, a frantic scream that echoed off the stone walls. She thrashed against him, raining desperate blows down on his chest and shoulders, but it was like fighting a mountain. His iron grip around her wrist only tightened as he ruthlessly dragged her into the circle, turning a holy rite into her worst nightmare.
He completed his vows of madness, and in response, a raw, soul-ripping scream shattered from her throat.

He claimed the enchantress by force, blind to the ancient truth: when you cage a goddess, you unknowingly volunteer to be the first sacrifice at her altar.