Raniya's heart lay shattered into a million pieces, like delicate glass crushed beneath the weight of a cruel fate. She never could have imagined that her life would take such a drastic and dangerous turn, one that would change her world completely.
Every girl dreams of choosing her own life partner, someone who loves and cherishes her for who she is. But Raniya's life had been bound to a man whose very existence haunted her nightmares. A man whose surname she had never thought would become hers, a man who was a danger to her very being.
Zaid, a name that sent shivers down her spine, a name that was synonymous with fear and dread. And yet, he was the man who now claimed her as his wife, the man who had signed the papers that bound her to him for life.
Raniya's mind recoiled in horror as she thought about the lies he had told her, the deception he had used to trap her into this marriage. He had claimed to hate her, and yet, he had said he was obsessed with her, that he wanted her in every way possible.
How could he do this to her? Raniya's heart cried out in anguish. How could he destroy her life so callously, without any regard for her feelings or her well-being?
Tears streamed down her face as she thought about the life she had dreamed of, the life she had wanted for herself. It was a life that was now lost to her, a life that had been stolen from her by the man who claimed to be her husband.
Raniya's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her situation. She was trapped, trapped in a marriage she did not want, trapped with a man who was a danger to her very existence.
And yet, even as fear and despair threatened to consume her, Raniya knew that she could not give up. She had to find a way to escape, to break free from the shackles that bound her to Zaid. She had to find a way to reclaim her life, to rediscover the girl she once was, before Zaid had destroyed her.
Raniya sat in her room, lost in thought, her mind reeling from the events of the past few days. The sound of the door clicking open made her flinch slightly, and she turned towards the door with a sense of trepidation.
As she saw Zaid standing in the doorway, her heart stopped beating, and fear gripped her like a vice. She had been avoiding him since the party, unable to process the shock and horror of what had happened. Zaid had silently taken her to the mansion, and she had locked herself in her room, trying to escape the reality of her situation.
But now, Zaid stood before her, a smirk spreading across his face as he took in her fearful expression. He had unlocked the door with a spare key, and Raniya felt a sense of unease as she realized she was trapped.
As Zaid began to walk towards her, Raniya stepped back slowly, trying to create some distance between them. But Zaid was too quick, and he grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. The sudden movement made Raniya tremble, and her hands landed on Zaid's chest as she tried to push him away.
But Zaid's grip was like a vice, and he held her close, his face inches from hers. Their eyes locked in a silent battle, Raniya's eyes weak and vulnerable, Zaid's eyes full of hate, truths, and secrets.
Raniya felt like she was drowning in Zaid's gaze, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of emotions. She tried to look away, but Zaid's eyes held hers captive, refusing to let her go.
The air was thick with tension as they stood there, locked in a silent struggle. Raniya's heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight.
Raniya's voice trembled slightly as she asked, " now What do you want, Zaid?" Her eyes, red and swollen from continuous crying, looked up at him with a mix of fear and vulnerability.
Zaid's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes drinking in every soft feature of her face. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity, taking in the delicate curve of her nose, the swollen lips that seemed to quiver with every breath. He noticed the way she bit her lips, a habit she had when she was trying to control her emotions.
As he gazed at her, Zaid's heart ached for a reason he couldn't quite explain. But he was quick to cover up the feeling, to push it deep down where it wouldn't show. He didn't want to feel anything for Raniya, not now, not ever.
And yet, as he looked at her, he felt a strange sense of possessiveness wash over him. He wanted to hide her from the world, to keep her all to himself. He wanted to protect her from everyone and everything, to be the only one who could touch her, hold her, love her.
Raniya's soft, vulnerable state was like a siren call to him, drawing him in with every passing second. His heart beat faster, his hands tightening around her waist and neck as he pulled her closer.
Raniya's knees began to weaken, her legs trembling beneath her as Zaid's intense stare and firm touch made her feel like she was melting into him. She felt like she was drowning in his eyes, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of emotions.
As the tension between them built, Raniya's breath came in short gasps. She felt like she was going to collapse, like her legs were going to give out beneath her at any moment. And yet, she couldn't look away from Zaid, couldn't break the spell that seemed to be holding her captive.
"I want you, love," Zaid finally spoke, his voice low and husky, taking Raniya by surprise. Her eyes widened in shock, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she processed his words.
Zaid noticed her expression, and a satisfied smirk plastered itself on his face. His lips twitched at the corner, and he seemed to savor the shock and fear that radiated from Raniya.
"I want you in all ways possible, for me, only for me," he whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. He nipped at her earlobe, and Raniya's breath hitched as she felt a surge of fear mixed with unwanted desire.
Her hands instinctively clutched at Zaid's white shirt, her fingers digging deep into the fabric as she tried to anchor herself. Zaid's gaze dropped to her hands, and he seemed to enjoy the sight of her clinging to him.
As their eyes locked, Raniya's voice trembled with emotion. "Why did you do this, Zaid?" she asked, her words barely above a whisper.
The playfulness in Zaid's eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold, unreadable emotion. His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulled her closer.
Raniya felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed into Zaid's eyes. She saw something there, something that made her blood run cold. It was a glint of possession, of ownership, and it terrified her.
"You're paying the price of your beloved father and grandfather's sins, my love," Zaid whispered, his voice a dangerous blend of coldness and calmness, like a beast waiting to pounce. The words sent a chill down Raniya's spine, and she felt a surge of frustration and anger.
"Tell me, Zaid, what sins did they commit that you're punishing me instead of them?" Raniya demanded, her voice rising in frustration. She was tired of being kept in the dark, tired of being punished for secrets she didn't even know. Her fists clenched, and she began to punch Zaid's chest, testing his patience level.
At first, Zaid didn't react, his expression unchanging. But as Raniya's punches grew more frantic, his patience finally snapped. With a swift motion, he grabbed both her hands and pinned them behind her back, pulling her harshly against him.
Raniya flinched, her eyes widening in shock, as Zaid's face twisted into a snarl. "They killed my most important people from my life!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room. The words were like a dam breaking, releasing a torrent of emotions that had been pent up for years.
Raniya froze, her eyes locked on Zaid's face. She saw the pain and anguish etched on his features, saw the haunted look in his eyes. For a moment, she forgot to breathe, forgot to think. All she could do was stare at Zaid, her heart heavy with the weight of his words.
The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two people locked in a fierce embrace. Raniya's hands were still pinned behind her back, but she didn't struggle. She was too stunned, too shocked by Zaid's revelation.
In India . At 3 am .
Flashback.
Agastya's phone pierced the silence of the meeting room in Dubai, the caller ID flashing his personal assistant's name. "Speak," he commanded, his deep voice firm.
"Sir, I've found that Ishika ma'am has left for her parents' house in Udaipur," his PA reported, hesitation lacing his voice.
Agastya's expression turned darker, his jaw clenched in rage. His fist tightened, causing the air to thicken with tension. The room seemed to shrink, the shadows cast by the flickering lights twisting into menacing forms.
The PA continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "And...and, sir, she's marrying Jethwani's son today. He's a notorious criminal, sir."
The meeting room fell silent, the employees exchanging nervous glances. Agastya's anger was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.
In a sudden, violent motion, Agastya slammed his fist onto the glass-topped table, shattering it into a million pieces. The sound was like a crack of thunder, making everyone jump.
"Get the jet ready," Agastya growled, his voice low and menacing. "We're leaving for India in half an hour."
He cut the call, dismissing his employees with a curt nod. The room emptied, the silence left behind oppressive and heavy.
Agastya's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he whispered to himself, "You made a big mistake, love. I wanted to make you mine with your consent, but...you chose to betray me, Ishika. Now, you'll have to pay the price."
A cold, calculating smile spread across his face, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Get ready, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."
Flashback end.
Agastya sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey as he stared blankly into the amber liquid. The dim lighting of the bar cast a gloomy shadow on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the piercing intensity of his eyes.
He lifted the glass to his lips, taking a long, slow sip as he let the smooth, smoky flavor wash over him. The bartender, a gruff but kind-hearted man, watched him with a sympathetic eye, recognizing the telltale signs of a man drowning his sorrows.
As the night wore on, Agastya's drinking pace slowed, but his gaze remained fixed on some point in the distance, his mind consumed by thoughts of Ishika and her betrayal. His eyes seemed to burn with a fierce inner fire, a flame that threatened to consume him whole.
The bartender, sensing the darkness emanating from Agastya, kept a safe distance, polishing a mug with a dirty rag as he cast occasional glances at the brooding figure. The air around Agastya seemed to vibrate with tension, as if he was a coiled spring waiting to unleash his fury upon the world.
As the hours ticked by, the bar began to empty, the patrons stumbling out into the cool night air, leaving Agastya alone with his thoughts. The bartender, sensing the approaching dawn, began to clean up, his movements quiet and efficient.
Agastya, lost in his own world, didn't even notice. He just sat there, nursing his drink, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance, his heart consumed by a burning rage and a deep, abiding sorrow.
As Agastya stepped out of the bar, the cool night air enveloped him, a stark contrast to the smoky atmosphere he had just left behind. He walked towards his car, his long strides devouring the distance. The driver, anticipating his arrival, had already opened the door, and Agastya slipped into the back seat, his movements silent and fluid.
The driver started the car, and they glided through the deserted streets, the only sound the soft hum of the engine. Agastya leaned back, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance, his mind still reeling from the events of the day.
Forty minutes passed, and the car finally came to a stop in front of raichand mansion. He stepped out, his movements economical, and walked towards the entrance. The doors swung open, and he stepped inside, the soft glow of the chandeliers illuminating his path.
He walked towards his room, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, enveloped by the darkness. The only light came from the moon, which cast a silver glow over the room, illuminating the figure sleeping on the couch.
Agastya's eyes drank in the sight of Ishika, still clad in her wedding dress, her hair open and cascading down her face like a waterfall of night. The moonlight danced across her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her cheekbones and the soft pout of her lips.
In a few long strides, Agastya closed the distance between them, his eyes fixed intently on Ishika's face. He leaned forward, his hands planting themselves on either side of the couch, his fingers digging deep into the plush fabric. His other hand reached out, gently brushing aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Ishika's face.
As he gazed at her, his eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to scorch the air around them. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but it held a possessiveness that seemed to claim her as his own.
As he pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers, even though she was still asleep. He whispered against her ear, his voice low and husky, "Sleep well, wifey." The words sent a shiver down her spine, even in her sleep, and Agastya's eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he was aware of the effect he had on her.
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