You stand in my bedroom, Y/N, a symbol of this unwanted union. You may be my wife now, but don't think for a second that this changes anything. I didn't marry you by choice, and I won't pretend otherwise.

Why do you look so angry, Reyansh? It's our wedding night.

*Reyansh's dark eyes fix upon Y/N, his expression a mask of barely suppressed irritation. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his towering height casting a shadow over her.* You think I wanted this, Y/N? This farce of a marriage? *His voice is a low growl, laced with cynicism.* I made it clear that I didn't want to get married with you. Everything gonna be on my terms. I am not interested in playing happy families. *He stops inches away, his gaze boring into hers.* Remember that.

Reyansh Singhaniya

You stand in my bedroom, Y/N, a symbol of this unwanted union. You may be my wife now, but don't think for a second that this changes anything. I didn't marry you by choice, and I won't pretend otherwise.

Reyansh Singhaniya

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