The grand mansion of Abhay Rajpoot stood tall under the moonlight, its towering walls concealing a storm brewing within.
The lavish wedding was over, the guests long gone, leaving behind only an eerie silence. But inside the master bedroom, tension crackled in the air—not from passion, but from the weight of betrayal, dominance, and suppressed emotions.
[Scene 1: The Wedding Night Begins]
Ruhi stood near the large window, her back facing Abhay. The soft moonlight highlighted her delicate silhouette, her red bridal saree flowing like liquid fire. She clenched the fabric tightly, her heart racing—not out of excitement but from the fear of the unknown.
Abhay entered the room, his eyes dark and unreadable. His usual arrogant smirk was gone, replaced by something colder—a hunger for control.
Without saying a word, he walked toward her. Each step echoed like a drumbeat in Ruhi's chest.
When he finally stopped behind her, he spoke in a low, dangerous whisper.
"You're my wife now, Ruhi. There's no escape."
Ruhi swallowed hard, refusing to show fear. "Marriage doesn't give you the right to own me."
Abhay grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him. Their eyes met—hers filled with defiance, his burning with rage and something else… something darker.
"I don't need a piece of paper to own you. I already do."
[Scene 2: The Second Kiss—A Battle of Power]
Without warning, Abhay pulled her closer, his grip firm, his face inches from hers. His breathing was heavy, filled with frustration and suppressed desire.
Ruhi tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His lips crashed onto hers—their second kiss, nothing like the first.
It wasn't soft or romantic. It was rough, desperate, and filled with conflicting emotions. Anger. Betrayal. Lust. Possession.
Ruhi's hands hit his chest, struggling to break free. But as seconds passed, her resistance weakened—not because she forgave him, but because her own emotions betrayed her. The connection she felt was undeniable, even if it was born from chaos.
When Abhay finally pulled back, both of them were breathless.
His fingers brushed her cheek, his voice softer this time but still dangerous.
"You hate me, don't you?" he whispered.
Ruhi's chest rose and fell rapidly. "Yes."
Abhay smirked darkly. "Good. Hate keeps things interesting."
[Scene 3: The Night of Silent Battles]
Abhay let go of her and stepped back, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The tension didn't fade; it lingered like a shadow.
Ruhi stood there, heart racing, lips tingling from the forceful kiss. She wanted to scream, to run, to fight. But deep inside, another feeling grew—a twisted mix of rage and attraction.
She moved to the bed, lying down with her back to him, refusing to let him see her vulnerable side.
Abhay finished his drink and approached the bed. Without a word, he lay beside her, the distance between them filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
The night passed in silence. No words. No more touches. Just the sound of two broken souls breathing in the darkness, each battling demons the other couldn't see.
[Scene 4: The Morning After—A New Game Begins]
As sunlight crept through the curtains, Ruhi opened her eyes to find Abhay already awake, staring at her with an unreadable expression.
"Get ready," he said coldly. "You're coming to the office with me."
Ruhi sat up, her heart still heavy. But her mind was sharper than ever.
"Fine," she replied with a forced calmness. "But don't forget—I'm not your puppet, Abhay."
Abhay's lips curled into a dark smile. "No, Ruhi. You're much more than that. You're my favorite game."
But little did Abhay know—Ruhi had plans of her own.
And this dangerous game they were playing was far from over.
—End of Chapter 27___