Forced Fate

Forced Fate

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MATURE | 18+ Patralekha was the 'invisible' student. A-grade focused, quiet, and terrified of the man at the front of the lecture hall that always noticed her for the wrongs things. Her professor, who was icy, brilliant, and harboring a dark past. It was one mechanical failure that led to a compromised moment, where they forced a vow. Now, the man who scolds her in the classroom is the same man she shares a silent apartment with. But every time their eyes meet, the logic fails. In the classroom, he's her professor. At home, he's her husband. But in the silence of the being rooms apart, they are two strangers drowning in a marriage that was never meant to be real. He's cold but carries her when she faints. She's stubborn but everything affects her. *written in US English *picture's not owned by me - #2 in wife #4 in marriageofconvenience
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"Behave," she whispered. "If you say my name like that," he replied, "I will forget why I'm behaving." "You're killing me here, baby." "Don't look at me like that-not when I've spent ten days learning how to breathe without you." --- I was twenty-four when my future was decided in a room I didn't control. He was thirty-two and already owned cities. They called it an arranged marriage. I called it a mistake. Raghav Oberoi didn't ask for my consent, he waited for my surrender. Cold eyes. Iron control. A presence that made rooms go silent. A man who didn't raise his voice... because he never had to. I wanted to hate my husband. But how do you hate a man who looks at you like losing you would ruin him? This is not a gentle love story. It's obsession disguised as devotion. A marriage built on power, broken by love, and sealed by fire.

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