Petal’s POV I woke up in the evening, my eyes fluttering open to the dim orange hue spilling in from the curtains. I turned my head, blinking slowly at the glowing numbers on the wall clock. 7:00 PM. My stomach churned. I had only planned to nap for a few minutes — just to rest my eyes — but clearly, I’d slipped into a much deeper sleep. I sighed heavily. Nice job, Petal. Now you’ll be wide awake all night. Brilliant. Groaning, I slowly got off the bed, my limbs feeling stiff from lying in an awkward position. I dragged myself to the washroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to shake off the sleep that still clung to me. As I looked into the mirror, I scolded myself aloud, “You stupid Petal, now stay up all night like a ghost.” My voice was hoarse, laced with irritation. Once I’d freshened up and changed into more comfortable clothes, I made my way downstairs. The comforting aroma of food drifted toward me, a mix of spices and vegetables sizzling in the pan. I headed int
Sebastian’s POV The moment I stepped into my office, the quiet hum of productivity welcomed me. The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the soft whir of the air conditioner. My assistant followed me in, balancing a thick stack of files in her arms. She placed them on my desk without a word, gave a polite nod, and walked out to resume her tasks. I could sense the urgency in the paperwork, but my mind... it wasn’t there. It was elsewhere. I sank into the leather chair, loosened the first button of my shirt, and flipped open the first file. As my pen scribbled my signature on the documents, my phone buzzed against the polished surface of the desk. A notification. I didn’t need to check to know who it was from. Tom. As expected, it was a picture of her—my flower. His updates were regular, just as I had asked. My eyes softened the moment I saw her image on my screen. There she was—sitting in her college classroom, taking notes like the diligent little student she w
Petal's POV – A Cage of Love and Lies“If I get to know that you shared this with your friend, I’ll make her vanish from college. She won’t even graduate. Do you want that, my flower?”His words were ice, cutting into the fragile parts of me that still hoped he might one day be gentle. He called me "my flower" with the same mouth that delivered threats. His voice was calm — disturbingly calm — and laced with a possessive edge that sent chills down my spine. I could barely breathe, every syllable tightening a noose around my throat.“And I know,” he continued, leaning closer, his breath grazing the shell of my ear, “your little mind is probably thinking of escape. You're trying to figure out how to run. But know this — you can’t escape me. Not easily. I won’t let you go.”I wanted to scream, to push him away, but I had learned by now — resistance only made things worse. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I stayed silent. I refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking me aloud. I turne
Petal's POV"I'M GETTING MARRIED AFTER THREE MONTHS!" I blurted out so fast it sounded like a single, unbroken word.Samy's eyes widened in disbelief. Her mouth fell open, her face frozen in an expression of absolute shock. "What the...?!" she muttered, blinking like she hadn’t heard me right.Then, louder—too loud—she repeated, "What?! You're getting married after three months?!"Heads turned. Conversations stopped. People in the canteen started staring at us like we were characters in a soap opera. My face flushed with embarrassment. We both bowed our heads and muttered, "Sorry," as if that could erase the awkward attention we had drawn.Samy lowered her voice to a sharp whisper, leaning in, her eyes locked on mine. "You are seriously getting married after three months?!"I simply nodded.Her mouth opened again, and this time the questions flew in rapid-fire. "With whom? Who’s that guy? Do I know him? What does he do? When did this happen? Are your parents okay with it? Is it arrang
Petal's POV"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, Mom. I'm really very sorry. I hurt you both with my decision," I choked out, the words falling from my trembling lips as tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t hold it anymore—the guilt, the burden, the confusion, the helplessness. My heart ached under the weight of my secret, and I just wanted them to understand, even if I couldn’t tell them the full truth.My mom stepped forward and enveloped me in her warm, nurturing embrace. “There, there. Everything is okay. You didn’t hurt us, sweetheart. Don’t cry,” she whispered as she held me tightly. Her voice was soft and soothing, the way it always was when I scraped my knee as a kid or had a bad dream. But now, this was no dream—this was my life unraveling before my eyes.I buried my face in her shoulder, sobbing silently, knowing they would be heartbroken if they ever discovered the reality—that I was being forced into a marriage. If they knew that Sebastian, the man they thought was just a busine
Petal's POVMy alarm went off, pulling me out of a restless sleep. I groaned softly as I sat up, my body aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. I stretched my arms over my head, hearing the familiar pop of my joints protesting the awkward posture I had curled into during the night. My back was sore, and my neck stiff, the effect of hours spent tossing and turning in emotional turmoil. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, allowing the soft, cool touch of the floor to ground me.Crossing over to my closet, I opened the doors and took out a simple yet comfortable outfit for the day. A soft blue kurti paired with faded jeans. Something that didn’t demand much thought but still made me feel presentable. With clothes in hand, I headed straight into the bathroom. The warm shower helped to ease the stiffness in my muscles. I let the water cascade down my body, hoping it could also wash away the weight in my chest. As I dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, I dried my