𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

"I believed everything you said, I accepted everything about you, please tell me that it was you whom I married Devansh, tell me that they are lying", her hands holding his collar was trembling and she controlled the tears which were at the edge.

"No". He said and everything stilled. Then his voice cut the silence , 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"I'm not Devansh". That made her hold loosen.

"I don't know who you're". With that she started to move away from.

But before she could move far, she was pulled against his chest.

"I'm yours and you're mine, end of discussion". That was the last she heard before losing her conscious and falling on his chest.

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He planned her life before she ever knew his name.

For years, Deva watched Roop from shadows-every step, every smile, every heartbeat-until the day he decided to own them all.

The world calls it an arranged marriage.

He calls it destiny written in blood and obsession.

Roop thought she was marrying a stranger which was arranged .

She didn't know the stranger had built the trap, forged the papers, and whispered her name like a prayer between sins.

He's the kind of man who'd destroy cities for her silence.

She's the kind of woman who'd set him on fire just to watch him kneel.

In a world where love is a weapon and tenderness is the deadliest sin,

the predator found his prey-

but the prey has fangs.

Forget touch. Just think of her... and you'll stop breathing.

Touch him... and she'll sh

ow you different ways to kill.