In a land of thorns and fading light, Aarya must face the darkness within her, and the greater darkness of a man who promises nothing but danger. Their tale is a thorny road, where the most beautiful things are often the most perilous.
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Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible
Above the frantic thud of her own heart "Why -why are you d-doing this to me?"tear tracked clean paths down her dusty cheeks, each one a testament to her despair. Her hands clenched in fists, trembled with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"I didn't do anything yet sweetheart" he says in deep husky voice his eyes were a storm, a mixture of desire and dominance. There was a flicker of something else, something she couldn't quite decipher - a hint of vulnerability, perhaps, or a spark of genuine, dangerous fascination.
She take steps back her back hit the cold, unforgiving wall, the sudden stop a physical manifestation of her trapped state. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any escape, any sign of salvation, but found only his unwavering gaze.
He invaded her space, his shadow falling over her like a shroud "you are trapped sweetheart". His voice, a low growl, vibrated against her ear, each word a calculated assault on her senses and the he bite her...
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Every story has a heart. Thank you for finding mine.
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𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆
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"Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror.
His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror.
She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding.
"Words." He pressed.
"Yes," She mumbled.
"What's your name?"
"Roop."
"What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time.
"Roop Mehrotra."
"Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it."
"Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm.
"Right, and it's going to stay just like that."
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Two people, one unwanted marriage.
The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying?
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