Mera Balam Nawabzada | Forced Marriage

Shivendra loomed over her, one hand bracing the wall beside her head, caging her in.
He leaned down, breath hot against her cheek.
"Why can't you stay out of my way?"
His free hand hovered near her waist, fingers brushing the fabric of her kameez, testing the boundary of their hatred.

Nisha's fist clenched at her side.
She shoved her palm flat against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart as she tried to push him away.
"Back off and keep dreaming from far away"
Her voice wavered, eyes locking on his, the pull between them as relentless as the winds battering the college walls.

He shifted his weight, trapping her palm between them.
His fingers at her waist curled slightly, gripping the edge of her kameez, pulling her fractionally closer.

"Dreaming?" he murmured. "Of you? Never"
He tilted his head, nose grazing her temple, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her hair.

***

Nisha Mittal was raised to stay quiet, stay grateful, and stay away from men like him.
Men with power in their hands and violence in their blood.

Shivendra Sherawat was sent to her college as punishment... a nawabzada too dangerous to be free, too powerful to be controlled.

They meet as strangers. They hate like it's personal.
They collide like fate made a mistake.

She dreams of fire and a faceless man walking through a burning mandap for years.
He carries a past that was buried in blood and a marriage that was never completed.

When the truth finally comes out, he doesn't forgive.

"You don't get to love me, Nisha."

His eyes burn.

"You were the price my family paid and now it's your turn"

And the dream she dreaded came alive right infront of her eyes.

MERA BALAM NAWABZADA is now live!