The mansion was silent, but Meher’s heart was anything but. She sat on the large, empty bed, her hands clenched in her lap as she waited. Waited for him.
Ranvijay entered the room, his presence consuming the space like a shadow swallowing the last remnants of light. His sharp eyes landed on her briefly before he moved toward the wardrobe, unbuttoning his cuffs as if she wasn’t even there.
"Ranvijay..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
He paused, but only for a second. "It’s late. Sleep."
Meher swallowed the lump in her throat. Every night was the same. A quiet rejection, a silent ache. She was his wife in name, in duty, but never in love.
As he turned off the light and lay down on the opposite side of the bed, Meher stared at the ceiling, blinking away the tears.
How long could a woman live on nothing but hope?
---
🔥 Veer & Aarzoo – A Cage of Fire and Ice
Aarzoo stood in the middle of the grand bedroom, gripping her dupatta tightly as Veer slammed the door behind him. His jaw was clenched, his hands fisted at his sides, barely containing his anger.
"You think this is a joke?" His voice was sharp, dangerous. "This marriage isn’t a fairy tale, Aarzoo. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not."
She flinched but then frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "I never wanted a fairy tale, but I also didn’t ask for a monster."
His dark eyes flashed, and within seconds, he was in front of her, gripping her chin. "You have no idea who I am, Aarzoo. Don’t push me."
Her heart pounded, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she smiled—a small, teasing thing. "And you have no idea who I am, Veer. I don’t scare easily."
His grip tightened for a second before he abruptly let go and stormed out of the room, leaving her standing there, fearless but shaken.
She didn’t know how she would survive in this marriage.
But one thing was certain—she wouldn’t let him break her.
---
🔥Karan & Saanvi – A Love That Burns    Too Bright
Saanvi laughed as she flipped through old pictures, sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her. "Look at this one!" She held up a picture of them from college—Karan with his arm wrapped around her, grinning like he had the world.
Karan, sitting beside her, smirked. "We were just kids back then."
She sighed dramatically. "Back then, I could breathe. Now, my husband watches me like a hawk."
His smirk faded, and his hand found her waist, pulling her close. "Because you’re mine."
Saanvi rolled her eyes but smiled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "And I always will be. But Karan, sometimes love isn’t about holding too tight."
His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened. "I don’t know any other way to love, Saanvi."
Her smile faltered. She loved him, with all her heart. But sometimes, his love felt less like a shelter and more like a cage.
She wondered—would he ever let her breathe again?
Write a comment ...