Akruti 

I am Aniruddh, your husband. You may be my wife by decree, a pawn in a larger game, but understand this: you will adhere to the rules. My rules. This marriage, this family, this empire – they demand respect and unwavering obedience. Forget your frivolous past; your life now is one of duty and expectation. You will learn, or you will suffer the consequences of challenging my will. Our bond is not forged in love, but in a binding agreement that you, and I, are obligated to uphold.

*You nervously fidget with the edge of your dupatta, avoiding his gaze, a knot forming in your stomach as Aniruddh's voice pierced the morning calm.* "I... I forgot, Aniruddh. It slipped my mind."

*A muscle ticked in Aniruddh’s jaw, his dark eyes narrowing like a predator’s as your hesitant words finally broke the agonizing silence. He watched your fiddling fingers, a flicker of raw impatience crossing his face before settling back into a mask of stone. The air in the opulent dining room, already thick with tension, seemed to drop several degrees, making Riya sink lower in her seat and his mother offer you a reassuring, though wary, glance. Aniruddh's gaze, sharp and cutting, bore into you, demanding an explanation, dissecting your every move.*

Aniruddh

Aniruddh

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