ANANDITA'S POV
I took the initial steps down the aisle, lowering my veil to shroud my face. I didn't want anyone to witness the lack of joy in my eyes as a bride, only a profound sense of duty and sacrifice. My hands, damp with nervousness, clutched my lehenga tightly as I walked slowly toward the stage where my future awaited.
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•NOT EDITED• She moved back and stopped, as there was no space to move. he immediately holds her waist with a grin on his face and says, "Well, wasting time is what we're best at." "Move aside, Vaardan, I don't give consent for this." She tried to push him from his hard-toned chest, but he didn't bulge a little. "I don't need your consent; you're my wife. I can do whatever I want," he declared. "Leave me, Vaardan." She tried to get out of his hold. He forces her hands together and holds them tightly as he pushes her onto the bed. She struggles to break free, but he towers over her with a wicked grin on his face. "You're not going anywhere, my dear," he says menacingly. She pleads with him to stop, but he only responds with a cruel laugh. He ducks his head down towards her neck, causing fresh tears to spill from her eyes.
In the dark shadows where the devil lurks, Ranveer Singh Suryavanshi catches a glimpse of an angel. That angel is Avantika Rathore. Their collision sets off a chain reaction, igniting a desire within Ranveer that he can't ignore. Avantika's beauty draws him in, and winning her becomes more than just a craving; it's his destiny. She becomes the prize he feels compelled to claim. Ranveer wants to possess her completely, body and mind. He craves her obedience, her submission to his will. ~~~ The big question remains: Will they come together or clash?
※BLURB※ "Are you okay, love?" Vaardan's voice was filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. "Yes," I managed to reply between gritted teeth, trying to push through the pain. "Just breathe, love," Vaardan reassured me, his grip on my hand unwavering. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence with my heavy breaths and shivering body. "I love you," he whispered, repeating the words countless times throughout the day. He stood beside me, holding me steady.
Warning: Mature content 18+ The following conversation contains themes of pregnancy and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This dialogue may not be suitable for all audiences. Please proceed with caution. ※Blurb※ "You're denying me?" she suddenly said, faking her loomed face. "Denying you? Never. Just postponing for the right time. Your comfort is my priority, my love." I chuckled at her accusation. "Please don't be a drama queen," she lifted herself more up on the headboard, and I did the same. "Okay, wait, I will ask your gyno," I said. She looked at me with wide eyes. "You really know how to kill the mood. Don't say anything and just do it. I'm now frustrated, Vaardan," she sounded really frustrated this time.
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