VARSHA POV
The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat, and I could feel my pulse racing. Today was the day I had dreamed about, but never truly believed would come. I was about to marry him-Yashveer Arora, the same Yashveer I had adored from afar. The man who had always seemed so unreachable, so perfect. And now... I was going to be his wife.
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āā§ššš¬š¢ ššØš¦šš§ššā§ā "Will you marry me?" he asked, his words startling me. His proposal stemmed more from a desire to possess me than from genuine love. It felt like he wanted to prevent me from seeing anyone else. "And why would I marry you?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He furrowed his brow. "Because we're dating, aren't we? You shouldn't have any objections, should you? Besides, Aarvi and my family loves you." I took a step closer, my tone chillingly calm. "And what about you, Anirudh? What about your feelings? "So you're scared of commitment huh?" I snapped at him. He looked down, avoiding my gaze. "You know everything I have belongs to you." "But I never wanted anything from you," I countered, my voice rising. "All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, was for you to love me." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I gripped his collar, my voice trembling. "Just tell me once, Anirudh, just once that you love me. I would leave everything else behind for you without a second thought." He continued to avoid my gaze, the silence his damning confession. "Just go, Anirudh, and don't ever show your face again" I whispered. I turned away, intending to leave him standing there, but I felt him grip my arm, spinning me around. "I'm leaving for now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "but I can't make that other promise." "What do you mean?" "I will marry you, Ruhi Shekhawat," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. "No one can stop me. You've seen the loving side of me, but now you'll witness a side of me you won't soon forget. A side that will go to any extent to have you. A side that will stop at nothing when it's about you" He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
"Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ā° Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both?
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