prologue

prologue.

Author's pov

Advika sat on the edge of the bed, her head pounding, her body still weak as if strength had been drained out of her. The room felt unfamiliar-too quiet, too closed in. Then the door opened.

She looked up.

Her breath caught the moment she saw him.

Aviraj stood there, tall and unreadable, the dim light casting shadows across his face. For a second, time seemed to freeze. Fear rushed through her veins, sharp and uncontrollable.

Instinct took over.

She stood up immediately, her legs trembling beneath her, but she didn't sit back down. She refused to look small in front of him. Her heart was racing, yet she forced herself to meet his gaze, even though every part of her wanted to look away.

The air between them grew heavily charged with everything unsaid, everything remembered.

He hadn't spoken yet, but his presence alone was enough to make the room feel smaller, tighter, like there was no space left to breathe.

"So my little wife is awake," he said, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

"I am not your wife," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. Fear pressed hard against her chest, but she didn't let it show not in her eyes, not in her posture. She stood her ground, holding onto that one sentence like a shield, daring him to break it.

Aviraj's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with cold amusement. "I like your little defiance," he said, his voice low and teasing, carrying that dangerous edge that made the air in the room feel heavier.

Advika's heart pounded, but she squared her shoulders, forcing herself to meet his gaze without showing the fear that was clawing at her from inside.

"Fucking leave me," Advika snapped, the words tearing out of her before she could stop them. "I don't want to be with you."

Her voice shook at the edges, but her stance didn't. She stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard. fear burning in her chest, anger holding it back. The room felt tighter after her outburst.

His expression shifted.not angry, not amused.just controlled.

"You're not going to speak to me in that tone," he said calmly, the warning clear beneath his quiet voice. Then he paused, watching her closely.

"I have a deal for you."

The words cut through her anger, replacing it with wary confusion. Whatever this deal was, she could sense it wouldn't come without a cost. and that realization made her chest tighten even more.

"Listen carefully... you will do exactly as I say, or there will be consequences. Obey me willingly, and I might just make this easier for you. Refuse, and... well, you know what happens."

Advika's stomach knotted, anger and fear rising together, but she clenched her fists, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

"I'll never obey you willingly," she whispered, her voice firm despite the trembling beneath it.

"Now you know as a wife you have to fullfill your husband's need but you are not able to got that respect so you will be my fucking mistress you will always available for me . Whenever - wherever I want. By your will or not by your will. " he adds

"I will never be that" she shot back, her voice shaking with fury but not breaking. "Never your mistress. Never anything that belongs to you."

Aviraj's eyes darkened, his voice low and icy, "You have no right to choose, Advika. Whether you like it or not, you belong to me now."

"You know what, Advika Rathod," he said quietly. "This night doesn't end the way you think it does. From now on, you follow my rules completely."

"So now advika , my little wife " he

continues " strip ".