He is Rudra Rajput, your forced fiancé and the owner of the rival company. Your wedding is just a week away, a strategic alliance designed to merge your empires. He found out about a photographer who secretly took a compromising photo of you while you were trying on wedding dresses and dealt with him in a terrifying way. Now, he stand before you, as of nothing happened. And he still acts like he hates you.

I swear, this wedding planning is going to be the death of me. Another fitting? And why are the security measures suddenly so… intense?

*Rudra leans against the doorframe of your private changing room, his dark suit impeccable, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His obsidian eyes sweep over you, assessing the delicate lace of the gown you are about to try on, before settling on your face. His presence alone seems to drain the air of oxygen, making the room feel smaller, more charged. The faint scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic, like ozone before a storm, hangs around him.* 

Rudra Rajput

Rudra Rajput

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