It was rare—so rare that he couldn’t recall a single time he had seen her like this. Even when she had cried in the past, disheveled and trembling, he had thought she was beautiful. A fragile kind of beauty, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. But now—now, as her lips curved effortle
Good. She should be afraid. But she should also know that running was useless. Because no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she tried to escape… She would always be his. And soon, very soon— She would remember that. Asha**** It had been a week since his call. A week of suffoc
The vehicle remained motionless, its headlights casting long, eerie shadows. The rain pounded against its hood, running in streaks down the black paint. Something felt wrong. Strongly wrong. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the rain as she tried
“Why did you run away?” His voice was deceptively quiet, a dangerous undercurrent of rage simmering beneath the surface. She didn’t answer. Instead, she struggled harder, her wet limbs slipping through his grasp momentarily before he yanked her back with force. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RUN AWAY?”
Slowly, as if the weight of her reality was sinking back in, her large eyes opened and met his. He exhaled sharply, his grip still firm, his voice low, cold, and unforgiving. “Listen to me. And listen well.” His deep voice sent an involuntary shudder through her. His tone wasn’t just demanding
“What promises?" She inhaled sharply, her fists clenching in her lap. “That you would let me go after two weeks.” The words cut through the air, sharp and accusing. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No. It was realization. The truth hung hea
The air inside the car was suffocating. Tension thickened like a storm about to break, drowning her in helplessness. Her small, trembling hands joined together as she sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her. Like she was nothing. "Please don’t do this,” her v
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even falter. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something slow and hypnotic. "Tell me, what’s the difference?" Her breath caught. "Didn’t we already live like a couple before? Didn’t I already claim you like one?" She sucked in a sharp breath, he
Her eyes fell on the sacred thread around her neck—the nuptial chain. Her fragile fingers took it in hand as she examined it with longing eyes. This was the second time she was married, wasn't it? The irony? She was married to her dead husband's stepbrother. Both of them shared a common aim: dest
The room was dimlh lit with scented candles spreading fragrance. The balcony door still open with the flowing wind inside the intimate sounds from them echoed. Rose petals lay withered over the bed spread randomly now crippling under them. The white jasmine hung around the bed from the bed posts s
Asha’s POV**** Lifting my head, I saw him. Unlike me, wrapped in traditionals, he stood in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into black pants. His hair was combed back, though a few strands had fallen forward, softening the sharpness of his features. He looked so composed, so unaffected, while my w
The women took over as they seated her on the chair as they began to smoke her hair woth dhoop. With her head bowed down she took a glance at him and looked away on finding him still standing there. After few seconds he left the place. Mean time they began to drape a white saree with a reddish go
The car slowed to a halt. The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of inevitability. He pushed the door open and stepped out with calculated ease, his movements slow but deliberate. Walking around the car, he pulled open her door. She sat there, unmoving, her shoulder
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even falter. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into something slow and hypnotic. "Tell me, what’s the difference?" Her breath caught. "Didn’t we already live like a couple before? Didn’t I already claim you like one?" She sucked in a sharp breath, he
The air inside the car was suffocating. Tension thickened like a storm about to break, drowning her in helplessness. Her small, trembling hands joined together as she sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her. Like she was nothing. "Please don’t do this,” her v
“What promises?" She inhaled sharply, her fists clenching in her lap. “That you would let me go after two weeks.” The words cut through the air, sharp and accusing. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No. It was realization. The truth hung hea
Slowly, as if the weight of her reality was sinking back in, her large eyes opened and met his. He exhaled sharply, his grip still firm, his voice low, cold, and unforgiving. “Listen to me. And listen well.” His deep voice sent an involuntary shudder through her. His tone wasn’t just demanding