Arranged For You
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Saanvi drifts through the grand halls of her own home like a ghost, her presence barely acknowledged, her thoughts unheard. Every corner is polished, every detail perfect-but it all feels hollow when the man she married treats her like an object, a name on a contract rather than a person with a heart and dreams of her own. Days stretch into silence, broken only by curt nods and the faint hum of his indifferent presence.
Vihaan is distant, unyielding, and cold, yet there's a magnetic pull to him she can't ignore. Behind his flawless exterior lies a storm she senses but cannot reach, a wall she doesn't yet know how to breach. And though their marriage began as an arrangement, Saanvi feels the faintest spark of curiosity, a whisper that maybe-just maybe-this icy husband harbors secrets that could melt even the coldest of hearts.
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MARRIED TO A STRANGER
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"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. "Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. "Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno.
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