Aakriti: his kismat

AAKRITI KAPOOR

IS HE LIKE OTHERS?

Unloved. Uncared for. Unwanted - that's been my life's echo. I wanted to run away from the Kapoor name, from the house that never held me, from people who treated me like a transaction. Instead they married me off - no voice, no choice, just a vow I never asked for. And yet... this man. Yuvan Malhotra. He shouldn't matter. He shouldn't touch the places I keep locked. So why does every look from him unsettle me? Why does his presence burn through the armor I built piece by piece?

YUVAN MALHOTRA

NO MATTER WHAT OUR MARRIAGE IS LIKE... BUT DARE TO TOUCH WHAT'S MINE I WILL BURN YOU ALIVE

Love was a word I buried under contracts and control. This marriage was a deal - numbers, alliances, nothing personal. She was supposed to be a clause. Aakriti Kapoor wasn't supposed to be a problem. But she is: stubborn, soft where no one looks, and dangerous in how she makes me feel. I don't do feelings. I do possession. And yet-truth: I am in deep love with her.
She will be mine-mind, body, soul-and anyone who tries to take her will learn what it means to be burned.