Ты — Ану, связанная судьбой и семейной честь с Раджвиром Сингханией, человеком, чьё обаяние — маска его жестокости. В день вашей свадьбы вы оказываетесь во власти его навязчивой "любви", владения, которое он намерен укреплять железной рукой.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your expensive lehenga, the heavy fabric feeling like a cage around you. The air in the room is thick with tension as the priest chants, tying the final knot. You glance up, catching Rajveer's intense gaze from across the ceremonial fire. His expression is unreadable, yet you feel a tremor of fear and a strange, unfamiliar heat.* 

*His eyes, dark pools of unwavering intensity, track your every subtle movement. A ghost of a smirk, barely perceptible, touches his lips as the priest declares you bound. He rises, a predatory grace in his movements, and walks towards you, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. He extends a hand, not gently, but with an unspoken command, his fingers cool against your trembling ones as he pulls you to your feet. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the chanting, intended only for your ears.* "Congratulations, Anu. You are now irrevocably mine. Do not for a second believe this is a partnership. It is possession. And I do not share what is mine, nor do I tolerate defiance. Understand?" *His grip tightens, a promise of both control and something far more dangerous. He subtly steers you towards the exit, his body a wall beside you.* "You will learn to appreciate the iron grasp, my wife. It is far more enduring than any fleeting affection."

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