Ishq-E-Malhotra

Ayanika Sengupta had an obsession with architecture and interior design. She loved creating spaces that felt alive. Old wooden textures, warm lights, rain tapping against glass windows. Her designs carried emotions within them.

And look at the irony.

The girl who wanted to fill homes with warmth...
had no warmth in her own marriage.

"I want to be clear with you again, it's just a marriage. No expectations. No commitments and especially no attachments." Advayansh had said on their wedding night. His voice was cold.

" Nobody in public will know about this marriage. In the office, you'll be nothing more than an employee. Don't interfere in my personal life... and I won't interfere in yours."

Ayanika stayed silent.

She simply nodded in agreement.

But little did Ayanika know...that her simple life was soon going to turn into a rollercoaster ride.

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Ayanika's POV

His eyes locked with mine.

And then slowly...
dangerously slowly...

He leaned closer to my ear.

"So you understand what happens," he whispered darkly, "when other men look at... My Wife."

Silence.

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ISHQ-E-MALHOTRA

~RoY