Tied by Fate, Bounded by Responsibilites

Prologue:
"I don't need anything from you... just stay away from me," she said, her voice trembling but fierce.

He laughed, a low, dangerous sound. "Do you really think I'll walk away after knowing you're carrying my child? Never, Anjali. Not in this lifetime."
His eyes burned with a mix of rage and something deeper... something she didn't want to name.

"You trapped me, didn't you?" she snapped. "Just to make me stay with you."

"Think whatever you want," he said, stepping closer. "I don't care. But right now... you're getting into the car."

"Never. Not with you again," she hissed, spinning on her heel and walking away.

But patience was never his strength.
In one swift motion, he closed the distance, scooped her into his arms - bridal style - and placed her inside the car. Her fists hit his chest, her anger spilling through every breath.
"Don't even try, Anjali..." he murmured dangerously close to her ear. "I don't know what I'll do if you don't stop refusing me... maybe," he leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper, "I might just fuck you here itself."

Her heart skipped a beat. His breath was warm. The air around them burned with tension.

Reconciling herself, she snapped back, "Do you think I'll let you touch me again, After want you have done to me? Not in this lifetime."