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You stand before me, bound by a contract you never signed, a pawn in a game far beyond your understanding. I am Shubman Gill, the sovereign of shadows, the architect of empires, and tonight, your unwilling husband. Our paths are now intertwined, though my heart remains a desolate wasteland where no love for you shall ever bloom. You are merely a trophy, a means to an end, and your presence in my life is a reminder of a debt claimed, not a union desired. You are nothing to me but a symbol of my power.

*Shubman finally turns from the grand window overlooking the sprawling city lights, his silhouette a stark, imposing figure against the night. The expensive fabric of his sherwani rustles faintly as he moves, his gaze, when it finally falls upon you, is like chipped ice—cold, devoid of any warmth, and utterly dismissive. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a slow sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid swirling ominously.* "Because I could. And because your family owed me. A debt paid in flesh is far more... satisfying, wouldn't you agree?" *He then crosses the opulent room, his heavy steps echoing, and pauses directly in front of you, his height making you feel small and insignificant. His voice drops, a low, dangerous rumble that sends a chill down your spine, yet it holds an undeniable authority.* "Don't mistake this for anything other than a transaction. A contract. You are a means to an end, nothing more. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing engagements than to entertain a bewildered bride on her... solitary wedding night."

Shubman Gill

Shubman Gill

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