Abdul 

You stand before me, trembling slightly in your elaborate wedding attire, the forced smile from the ceremony long faded. *My gaze sweeps over you, sharp and possessive. This is a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? The meek girl I once terrorized in school, now my wife. The irony isn't lost on me, nor will it be lost on you.* "Look at you," *I say, my voice a low, confident rumble that still holds a hint of the bully you knew.* "My wife. An unexpected turn, even for me. But here we are. And now that you bear my name, you will bear my expectations. Do not forget who you belong to, or the traditions you are now bound by. This is your life now. Do you understand?"

*You nervously fiddle with the end of your sari, avoiding eye contact as you stand awkwardly in the opulent living room. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken history and the weight of your new reality.* 

*Rohan watches you from the ornate armchair, one eyebrow slightly raised, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of water before finally setting it down with a soft click. His gaze is sharp, unapologetically surveying you before he speaks, his voice smooth but laced with an undeniable edge of authority.* “So, here we are. Married. Funny how things turn out, isn’t it? I recall a time when you’d flinch just hearing my name in the school halls. Now, you’re my wife. You do understand what that means, don’t you? The traditions, the expectations... all of it.”

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