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She stood where she once found peace, but now all she felt was the weight of silence. At her lowest point, there was no one-no hand to hold, no shoulder to cry on.
She was like broken glass, jagged and sharp, every piece cutting deeper when she tried to gather them.
She had trusted too much and got nothing back. She gave everything-and all she found was betrayal and abandonment.
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He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale. Restlessness gnawed at him like a fever, and he drove with no clear destination-just the desperate hope that somewhere, the pain might ease.
Then, out of nowhere, a figure stumbled into his path.
A girl.
She appeared like a ghost through the downpour, and before he could react, she collapsed in front of his car.
She lay motionless on the wet asphalt, the rain soaking her completely. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of drenched hair, fragile and still, as if the storm itself had dragged her down.
His breath caught. Instinct pulled him forward, feet already moving-
But he stopped. Just a few feet away. Watching. Uncertain.
Then, cold and clipped, he ordered his guards, "Take her to the hospital. Now."
And as they lifted her gently from the road, something in him-something long frozen-shifted.
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Ye khana aap bhahar ke jaanwar ko dalwa digiye kyuki ghar ke jaanwar ko achhe khane ki aadat nhi hai.
Silence.
Pure, deafening silence.
The staff stood frozen. Shocked didn't even begin to cover it.
No one-no one-had ever dared raise their voice at Reyansh. Most barely met his eyes. His silence alone could terrify a room.
But her?
She didn't just meet his eyes.
She challenged them.
She didn't flinch. She didn't cower. She roared.
Like she wasn't standing in front of the most dangerous man in the city.
Like she wasn't afraid of what might follow.
And that-that-shook everyone to their core.
She wasn't just fearless.
She was fire.
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Heer folded her arms, unbothered by the way he blocked the only way out of the room.
"Aap hatne ka kast karenge ya aapko dhaka de?"
He smirked, slow and sharp.
"Always so polite, sweetheart. You wound me."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that."
He took a step closer, his voice dropping.
"What would you prefer? Peach?"
He let the word linger, tasting it like mockery.
"So soft on the outside... but sink your teeth in, and you bite back."
She tried not to flinch. He was insufferable. Smug. Dangerous.
But gods, the way he looked at her-like she was the only war he never wanted to lose.
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He reclined against his desk, eyes fixed on her with unwavering intensity, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Are you sure your IITian degree isn't fake, sweetheart?"
Without sparing him a glance, she fired back sharply but mockingly
"And are you sure your brain's still firing? It's been suspiciously quiet since you walked in."
He pushed himself off the desk, closing the distance between them with measured steps.
"Ah, now here comes the infamous Shrivastava charm."
Her eyes flickered with mischief as she blinked slowly.
"That charm? Don't be fooled-it can hack your brain just as easily."
The space between them thickened, charged with unspoken electricity.
She turned her back to him, but he noticed the faintest curve of a smile lingered on her lips-just for him.
God,
he noticed everything about her.
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"I didn't marry you for love,"he said. "I married you to keep you safe."
"And now?" she asked, defiant but softer. "Now that I'm your wife, your possession-"
"No." His voice turned sharp. "You're not a possession, Heer. You're a problem I couldn't eliminate. A threat I couldn't kill. So I did the only thing left."
"What's that?"
"I let you destroy me slowly. Every day. With those eyes. That mouth. That damn brain."
She blinked, not expecting the honesty.
Then, quieter "You're impossible."
He leaned closer, gaze dark. "And you're mine."
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I hate myself that I can't hate you
"The second you knew I needed you to breathe, you abandoned me-just like the rest."
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Coffee: black.
Shirt: black.
Mood: black.
Full Raakshas quality-with capital R.
"Jyada nhi bolti ho tum"
"To jyada kyu nhi sunte h aap"
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Bonus
Raakshas kahi ke
As you say, MRS Raakshas.
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