Dear readers,
Welcome back to another chapter of "Mine Yes! Forced to be Yours Mr. Devil." Before we dive in, I want to take a moment to acknowledge Anaya's evolving journey. Her life is a delicate balance of secrets, suppressed emotions, and the intense pull of an unfamiliar love. In this chapter, you'll witness the subtle shift in her relationship with Rudra, a man who keeps his feelings guarded but whose actions reveal so much more.
Prepare yourself for a rollercoaster of emotions—hope, frustration, confusion, and, above all, a lingering question: will love be enough to break the walls between them?
Thank you for your continued support, and as always, your thoughts, comments, and reactions mean everything to me. Let's get started!
With love,
penola.s
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Confrontation Scene: Anaya and Rudra
Anaya paced the grand room, her mind swirling with questions she could no longer suppress. Her chest tightened, and she clenched her fists as she turned to face Rudra, who stood by the window, his expression unreadable but his stance rigid.
"I wanted to confront you, Rudra," she began, her voice trembling with pent-up frustration. "Or should I say, **Rudra Singhaniya**—my husband, the man who married me when I was just 20." She emphasized each word as if they weighed a ton. "You told me it was to protect your family, your company, your reputation. Yet here we are, a marriage hidden from the world while the media speculates about your mysterious runaway fiancée."
Rudra's jaw tightened, but he didn't speak. He let her continue, his silence fueling her anger.
"How am I supposed to believe you? You say it's about reputation, but keeping me a secret is only making things worse. Headlines talk about you like you're a king, your engagement like some royal drama. But no one knows who I am! Not your wife, not a partner—nothing but a shadow in your perfectly orchestrated life." Her voice cracked, the vulnerability bleeding through her anger.
She pointed at the mangal sutra around her neck, her fingers trembling. "Do you think this is just a piece of jewelry to me? A mere formality? This is supposed to mean something, Rudra! But instead, it feels like a weight—a constant reminder of this... this contract you forced me into."
Rudra turned to face her, his eyes intense, but still, he said nothing.
"Why me?" she demanded, her voice softer but no less insistent. "Why choose me? You have everything—the wealth, the power, the world at your feet. You could have married someone from your world, someone who fits the role perfectly. Why did you pick me, Rudra? Tell me the truth, or I swear I will walk out of this house and out of this marriage."
The ultimatum hung in the air, thick with tension. Anaya crossed her arms, her breaths uneven, waiting for him to finally break his silence.
Rudra took a step forward, his voice low but firm. "Because I couldn't imagine a world where you weren't by my side."
Anaya blinked, startled by his sudden confession.
He continued, his voice growing softer, almost pleading. "I married you because I've loved you since the first time I saw you. It wasn't some grand plan, Anaya. It wasn't about reputation or image—it was about you."
Her breath caught, and she took a step back. "Loved me?" she echoed, disbelief etched on her face.
Rudra nodded, his expression pained. "Yes. I saw you years ago, before all of this—before the media, before the company became my entire life. You were just... you. And I thought I could let go, move on, but then I saw you again—standing there, beautiful, stubborn, and so full of life. And everything changed for me."
Anaya's hands fell to her sides, her resolve wavering.
"I was about to marry someone else," he admitted, his voice cracking. "But the thought of it made me sick because it wasn't you. When I saw you again that day, I knew I couldn't go through with it. I had to stop you from slipping away from me forever. I had to find a way to keep you with me, no matter what."
He stepped closer, his tone earnest. "I know I've hurt you. I know this marriage feels like a prison, but it's not what I wanted. I wanted... you. Just you. And now I'm begging you, Anaya—give me a chance to make things right."
Her lip trembled as she tried to process his words.
"Seven days," he said, his voice breaking with desperation. "Give me seven days. Seven dates to prove my love to you. If, at the end of it, you still want to leave, I'll let you go. But I need this chance, Anaya. I need you to see that this marriage—this bond—isn't just a contract to me. It's real. It's everything."
Her eyes filled with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. "Rudra..." she whispered, her voice faltering.
He reached out to touch her hand, but she stepped back, holding her ground. "Don't," she said firmly, her voice wavering. "I just want answers, Rudra. I didn't expect anything else, but I deserve the truth. No more secrets, no more games."
"I promise," Rudra said, his voice steady now, filled with resolve. "No more secrets, no more lies. Just let me prove it to you."
Anaya looked away, her fingers grazing the glowing heart on her bracelet. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of them.
Finally, she nodded, her voice barely audible. "Seven days, Rudra. That's all you get."
Rudra exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath the entire time. "Seven days," he repeated, a small glimmer of hope lighting his dark eyes. "I won't let you regret it."
As Anaya turned to leave the room, her heart was still heavy, but something about Rudra's confession lingered in her mind. Could she really trust him? Could seven days truly change the course of their tumultuous marriage?
Only time would tell.
Wave crashing against her carefully constructed walls, Anaya felt her heart swell, a mixture of relief and fear coursing through her veins. She had yearned to hear those words, but now that they were spoken, the gravity of their implications weighed heavily on her shoulders.
"Rudra…" she began, her voice trembling. "This isn't just about us. It's about everyone around us. No one knows… No one can ever know. What if… what if it all falls apart?"
Rudra's gaze remained unwavering, an anchor amidst the storm of her emotions. "It won't fall apart if we work together. You're not alone in this, Anaya. I know it's complicated, but we can't keep living in the shadows. I need you to trust me."
She wanted to trust him—desperately. But the fear of exposing their relationship felt like walking a tightrope over a chasm of uncertainty. "It's not just trust, Rudra. It's about the consequences. What happens when they find out? What will they think of us? Of you?"
Rudra's expression softened, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "I've faced worse scrutiny before. I can handle it. You just have to be with me."
Her breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, his dark eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Yet doubt lingered like a shadow, clouding her heart. She had seen the weight of responsibility he carried, the pressure from his family, and the expectations of his position. "And what if they don't accept me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rudra leaned closer, closing the distance between them. His voice was low and resolute. "They will have to accept you. I won't allow anyone to dictate how we live our lives. This is our choice, Anaya."
Her pulse raced as he held her gaze, their unspoken feelings hanging between them like a fragile thread. "You say that now, but what if it changes? What if they push back?"
"There will always be challenges," he replied, his voice steady. "But I'm not afraid of them as long as we face them together. You're my wife, and I will protect you. I will fight for us."
The sincerity in his words sent a thrill through her. It was a promise, a commitment she desperately wanted to believe in. But insecurities still clung to her heart. "What if you change your mind?" she murmured, her voice faltering. "What if I'm not enough?"
Rudra's jaw tightened, his frustration briefly surfacing. "Anaya, you are more than enough. I married you for a reason. Don't you see that? This distance… it's hurting us both. I don't want to hide anymore."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the weight of his words settled over her. She stood at the precipice of a decision that could change everything.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" she asked, her voice laced with both fear and determination.
Rudra stood, extending his hand toward her. "Let's take this one step at a time. Starting with this."
Anaya glanced down at his outstretched hand, her heart wavering. Slowly, cautiously, she placed her hand in his. A spark of warmth flooded through her. "What do you mean?"
"Let's be honest with ourselves and each other," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I want to take you out on a date. No secrets. Just us."
Her heart raced at the thought. The idea of stepping outside their hidden lives and embracing what they had was both exhilarating and terrifying. "A date? Here? In public?"
Rudra's smile widened into a smirk, his usual confidence creeping back. "Yes, a date. We're already married, Anaya. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
She froze, her mind racing. Was he serious, or was this just another test, another game?
The tension between them thickened as Rudra added, his voice quieter, almost tender, "You said we barely know each other. Let's fix that. I'm not asking you to trust me fully, not yet. But give me a chance to show you who I really am."
Anaya hesitated, her heart pounding. A date felt so ordinary, yet the stakes felt impossibly high. She wanted to believe him, to take the leap, but the years of mistrust and secrecy still loomed large.
And yet, as she looked at Rudra, standing there with his hand extended and a flicker of hope in his eyes, she realized this might be her only chance to find clarity.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, her fingers tightening slightly around his. "One date, Rudra. That's all you get."
His smirk softened into a genuine smile as he whispered, "That's all I need."
As he led her toward the door, Anaya couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something neither of them could fully control—something that could either bring them closer together or tear them apart completely.
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Rudra's expression darkened as he watched her defiance. Without another word, he rose from the sofa and stalked toward her, his footsteps heavy with determination. The madness in his eyes sent a chill down her spine, but she refused to show her fear.
Before she could react, Rudra's strong hands gripped her wrist, and in one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder. Anaya gasped, too shocked to say anything at first. She struggled, her small frame writhing against him, but his hold was firm, unyielding.
"Velvet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Struggle all you want, but I'm not going to let you go." His tone was chilling, and as he continued, it only hardened. "When I ask for something, you do it. I don't play games."
Her heart pounded against her chest, the sound almost drowning out the ticking of the nearby clock, each second amplifying the intensity of the moment. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension as Rudra's hold tightened around her. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, louder than the quiet of the room.
Anaya's struggles slowed as his words sank in, though her mind was racing. She didn't know how to respond—fear mixed with the fury she still felt. Yet, Rudra's presence, his power over her, was suffocating.
Without another word, Rudra strode back to the sofa and sat down heavily, pulling Anaya down onto his lap, his arms locked tightly around her waist. She was trapped, her body tense against his. The ticking of the clock seemed to echo in the silence, each tick marking the tense standoff between them.
Rudra's grip didn't loosen. His gaze bore into her, daring her to resist, but Anaya could only stare back, torn between anger, fear, and something she couldn't quite place. The room felt like it was spinning, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath.
For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped. Only the sound of the clock and their heavy breathing filled the room.
Anaya's breath came in sharp, shallow bursts, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her senses. Rudra's strong arms encased her, holding her tightly on his lap as if daring her to escape, though deep down she knew resistance was futile. His grip was unyielding, his posture firm, exuding a calm control that belied the storm she could see in his eyes.
Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat louder than the other, creating a rhythm that only heightened her confusion and fear. The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the persistent ticking of the clock hanging on the wall—a reminder that time was moving, even though in that moment, it felt like the world had come to a standstill.
Rudra's eyes never left her, his dark gaze piercing through her defenses, challenging her to react. His face was set, devoid of any tenderness, replaced by a cold determination that both frightened and confused her. His words from earlier echoed in her mind: When I ask for something, you do it. It wasn't a request—it was a command, one he clearly expected her to follow without question.
Anaya swallowed hard, her throat dry as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. She couldn't deny the fear that gripped her, but underneath it all, there was something else—a flicker of something she refused to name, something that unnerved her even more than his dominance.
Rudra's hand, large and calloused, remained on her waist, his fingers pressing into her skin as if to remind her that she was under his control. Her body was tense, every muscle tight with the effort to hold herself together, but inside, her emotions were a tumultuous storm, swirling in confusion and anger.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why are you doing this? You act like... like you own me."
Rudra's gaze flickered, a brief moment of something—was it regret?—crossing his features before he quickly masked it with his usual indifference. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke, his voice low, barely above a whisper but laced with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
"Because I do, Anaya," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "Whether you like it or not, you're mine. I told you, this isn't a game."
Anaya's breath hitched at his words, her mind reeling. Mine. The word echoed in her mind, filling her with a sense of dread. This wasn't love, it wasn't even affection—this was possession. And yet, there was a part of her, a small part she wished she could silence, that was drawn to the intensity in his eyes, the way his presence seemed to engulf her, demanding her attention, her submission.
But she couldn't give in. She wouldn't.
"You don't own me," she shot back, her voice gaining strength despite the fear tightening her chest. "You can't just... control me like this. I'm not one of your possessions, Rudra. I have my own mind, my own will."
For a moment, Rudra remained silent, his expression unreadable as he studied her, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Then, slowly, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. His grip on her waist tightened just enough to make her wince, though she refused to show him any more weakness.
"You're right," he said softly, his voice taking on a chilling calmness that only unsettled her further. "You're not one of my possessions. But you are my wife, and whether you like it or not, that means something. You agreed to this, remember?"
Anaya flinched at the reminder. Of course, she remembered. She had agreed to marry him, but not like this—not under these circumstances, not to be treated like a pawn in his game. She opened her mouth to protest, but Rudra silenced her with a finger pressed lightly against her lips.
"And as my wife," he continued, his gaze darkening, "you're going to listen to me. You're going to do what I say, when I say it, because that's how this works. I'm not asking for your permission, Anaya. I'm telling you how it is."
Her heart sank at his words, a cold realization settling over her. This was Rudra's world, his rules, and in his mind, she had no choice but to follow them. The thought terrified her, but what scared her even more was the growing sense of helplessness creeping in. How could she fight against someone like him? Someone who seemed so sure of his power, so certain that he could bend her to his will?
She felt the weight of his words pressing down on her, suffocating her, and for a moment, she wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to break free from the oppressive hold he had over her. But all she could do was stare back at him, her eyes wide with a mix of defiance and fear, as he watched her with that same cold intensity.
"You're mine, Velvet," he said again, his voice softer now, almost a whisper, but no less commanding. "And you're going to learn to accept that."
Anaya's pulse quickened as his words hung in the air, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She was trapped, caught in the web he had spun around her, and no amount of struggling seemed to make a difference. She had entered this marriage thinking she could maintain some semblance of control, but now, sitting on his lap, held captive by his strength and his words, she realized just how naive she had been.
And yet, even as fear gnawed at the edges of her resolve, something inside her refused to break. She wasn't going to let him win, not like this.
"I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "I won't let you control me."
Rudra's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading as he regarded her with a new intensity, one that sent another wave of unease through her. His hand moved from her waist to her chin, tilting her head up so she was forced to meet his gaze.
"We'll see about that," he said quietly, his words a promise, not a threat.
And in that moment, Anaya knew that this was just the beginning.
Just as Rudra's intense gaze bore into Anaya, as if daring her to challenge him further, a sudden knock on the door shattered the tension between them. The sound was abrupt and unexpected, pulling them both out of the charged moment. Anaya, still sitting tensely on his lap, felt her heart lurch in surprise, while Rudra's expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching in irritation.
His eyes flicked toward the door, a low growl escaping his throat. "Of all the times..." he muttered under his breath, his voice cold with frustration. He cursed softly, his grip tightening on Anaya for a brief second before he released her.
"Stay here," he ordered in a low, commanding tone, his expression hardening further. He lifted Anaya off his lap, setting her back on the sofa, but his touch lingered, reminding her of the control he still held over her.
Anaya, still feeling the weight of his words from earlier, didn't move or respond, her mind reeling from the intensity of their confrontation. Her breath was still uneven, her heart racing, but the knock had provided a brief reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere between them.
Rudra turned and strode toward the door with heavy, purposeful steps, his mood clearly soured by the interruption. As he reached the door, he paused, taking a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, though the irritation was still evident in the tense lines of his body.
When he finally opened the door, his expression was one of barely restrained anger. One of the hotel staff stood there, a nervous smile on his face as he bowed slightly, clearly unaware of the fury bubbling just beneath Rudra's calm façade.
"Sir," the staff member began, his voice timid, "we have brought your requested items. Shall I have them sent in?"
Rudra's eyes flashed with impatience, and for a moment, Anaya thought he might lose his temper. But instead, he clenched his jaw, his lips curling into a tight, forced smile.
"Leave it outside," Rudra bit out, his voice low and dangerous. "And next time, learn to knock at a more convenient time."
The staff member nodded quickly, stepping back in fear of further angering the man. "Yes, sir. Apologies, sir," he stammered, before retreating down the hallway.
With a heavy sigh, Rudra slammed the door shut, muttering another curse under his breath as he turned back to face Anaya. The interruption had disrupted the heated moment between them, but the tension still lingered in the air.
He locked his gaze on her again, his dark eyes still simmering with unspoken emotion. "Where were we?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with that same commanding tone.
Anaya swallowed hard, knowing that the brief reprieve had done nothing to change the situation. The conversation they had started was far from over.
##To be continue...**