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Adyant Rathod stood at the edge of his lavish bed, gazing down at his wife's sleeping form.

This was his wife, the woman he hates with the deepest parts of his heart.

Contempt simmered in his chest, fueled by the memories of his past love, his lost love, Mehek, the girl who he could never forget. and this woman he was forced to marry, Veda, was a constant reminder of his sacrificed happiness.

Adyant's gaze hardened, his jaw clenched against the familiar knot of resentment that formed whenever he looked at Veda's innocent face.

"Stupid, illiterate village girl," he muttered, his voice barely audible, as he thought about the life he truly desired with the woman he had truly loved.

A few moments later Veda stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she looked at her husband.

She winced in pain as she tried to get up. He had again taken her the whole night like a beast and she willingly surrendered to his lust. His rough touches made her hiss in pain and pleasure at the same time and no matter how hard Veda tried to stop him, she knew she could never do it.

His sinful touches always ignited a fire inside her which she can't extinguish no matter how much she tries.

She craves him.

She wants his love but all she gets is his lust.

From the first night of their marriage he had made his dislike towards her clear.

Her dreams shattered four years ago, on the day of their first night when he had taken her for the first time without any ounce of care and affection. All she had seen was a man with hate in his eyes thrusting inside her like a mad man as if he was punishing her for something she never did.

She knew better than to expect love in this marriage but her heart, her stupid heart ached for more.

It ached for his heart which she could never have.

Coming out of her reverie of thoughts she looked at the face she loved with her everything, Adyant, her husband.

A small smile itself adorned her lips as she looked at him.

She watched as he simply put on a mask of fake affection as if trying to mock her but his eyes betrayed his true emotions.

"Good morning, my love," he said, his tone dripping with mockery and insincerity, each word echoing with resentment.

Veda's smile faltered, sensing the tension in the room.

"G-good morning, Adyant," she stammered, the innocence in her voice made him want to strangle her neck till she couldn't breath.

Bloody whore. She should get the best actress award for acting so innocent everyday. Don't she get tired. He thought with disdain.

Adyant's gaze lingered on Veda's naive face, his mind taunting her. "You're still asleep, aren't you? Dreaming of the simple life you left behind. Must be missing that small village of yours, isn't it?" he sneered, his words laced with venom.

Hearing him, the pain shot through her heart and uneasiness etched on her beautiful face.

Adyant felt enormous satisfaction as he looked at the hurt visible in her siren like brown eyes.

"You're like a curse in my life. Do you know that?"

His cruel words broke her heart. Veda wanted to cry but she didn't let all emotions show.

Does he dislike me this much just because I'm illiterate in his eyes? The questions swirled in her mind as her inner self cursed at herself too for not being literate and modern. The kind of wife she thinks he deserves.

Veda's eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I-I try to make you happy, to be the kind of wife you want me to be, Adyant." Her desperation was palpable, but Adyant's heart remained frozen with hate as he looked at her with a cruel sneer.

Adyant's laughter was cold, calculated, filled with venom.

"Happy? You think you can make me happy? You're just a substitute, Veda. A poor replacement for the one I truly love," he spat, his words cutting deep.

Mehek's face flashed in his mind, her beautifut smile, her blue eyes. Adyant's anger surged inside him, aimed at the woman who had unknowingly ruined his life, Veda, the one he considers his biggest mistake.

Veda's voice trembled. "I-I know I'm not educated like...like others. But I try-"

Her words hung in the air, pleading for understanding.

"Enough!" Adyant's tone sliced through the air.

"You're suffocating me with your unpleasant face. I have meetings to attend. Don't bother me," he barked, dismissing her.

And with that he turned to leave. Veda whispered a small sorry as she looked at Adyant who had already stormed out of the room, leaving her shattered.

Looking around she moved her hand forward and wore the engagement ring again, her finger feeling heavy from the weight of the light diamond ring and the pain, ache and agony which came along with it.

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So how was the prelude yall?

Any thoughts on Adyant and Veda?