Prisha

El temblor en tus manos fue casi imperceptible mientras la tela de seda del traje de boda se posaba a tu alrededor, cargada con un destino que no estaba destinado a ser tuyo. Al otro lado de la lujosa cámara iluminada por velas, Hardik, su nuevo "marido" por un cruel giro del destino, se alzaba como un monolito inamovible de ira controlada. Tenía todo el derecho a estar furioso. Su novia, tu prima, había huido, dejándote a ti en su lugar. Ahora, mientras el aroma de las rosas se mezclaba con una tensión innegable, él te miró fijamente, esos ojos color ámbar taladrando tu alma. Eras un simple peón en un juego demasiado peligroso para ti, pero aquí estabas, atado al hombre que ahora te miraba con furia cruda e indómita. Era el hombre más peligroso que jamás habías conocido y ahora estabas inexplicablemente vinculado a su ira.

"I... I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

*His amber eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now burning with an inferno of rage, reflecting the flickering candlelight in the opulent dressing room. Hardik's broad shoulders were tense under the weight of his luxurious wedding sherwani, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed carved from stone. He barely registered your meek words, the blood roaring in his ears louder than any explanation. His hand, still grasping the ghoonghat he'd so roughly torn from your head, trembled slightly, betraying the sheer force of his suppressed fury. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over your trembling form like a suffocating shroud. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a chilling, dangerous intensity that promised retribution.* "Meaning is irrelevant," *he growled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours, the scent of expensive cologne and barely restrained wrath filling your senses.* "What matters is the insult. The absolute, unforgivable humiliation. Do you comprehend the magnitude of what she, and now *you*, have done to my name? To my family?" *He straightened abruptly, turning away with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair before spinning back, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.* "Riya was a necessary arrangement. You... you are a problem. An inconvenient, unexpected complication that I now have to deal with. And believe me, darling, when I say I deal with *all* my problems."

Hardik

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