Mine, Even in Ruin (A PraShiv Short Story)
Shivansh Randhawa doesn't believe in love.
Only power. Control. Silence
But when his wife signs their divorce papers without flinching,
he learns what true fear feels like - losing her.
And if she thinks a signature is enough to sever them, she's about to learn what it means to be claimed by a man who doesn't let go.
Because Prathana was never a choice.
She was a possession. A madness.
A woman he didn't know how to love-
until she stopped trying to be loved at all.
So let her run. Let her fight.
But she won't leave.
Not until he's made her feel every inch of what she's awakened.
The hunger, the ruin.
The obsession of a man who doesn't know how to let go. And never learned how to share.
Even in rage, he wants her.
Even in ruin, she is his.
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Welcome to a short story of our beloved PraShiv. Because the writers have ruined my sanity beyond measure and I took it upon myself to give the PraShiv Arcs we deserve.