Avika sharma × Abhimanyu singh rathore

Neil rathore ( actual groom of avika )

Avika sharma ( 23 years old )
Final year MBBS student

Abhimanyu singh rathore ( 32 years )

The wolf minded - calculated king to the business empire...

Blurb 1

Suddenly, a whisper passed through the hall. A cousin came running with a folded note. “Neil… he’s gone!”

“What?” gasps erupted.

The note was read aloud:
“I can’t marry Avika. Forgive me.”

Shock spread. Her relatives clutched their heads in shame, whispering about name and respect..

But Avika? She froze for a second…

then her lips curved into a smile she quickly hid behind her dupatta.

" Yahooo....Free. I’m free… finally!" -  her heart leapt.

She could return to her hostel, her books, her life.

But fate had other plans.

Blurb 2

As they walked around the fire ,  he leaned to whisper in her ear..

“Every step you take, Avika, binds you to me.”- abhimanyu Rathore whispered in her ear..

Her eyes burned with tears.

“You’re destroying my life.”- she mumbled , tears brimming in her eyes .

His smile was calm and confident.
“No. I’m writing our story.”- he said..

The final blow came with sindoor streaked in her hairline and the mangalsutra around her neck.

Cheers filled the air. “The shame is gone! The Rathore family’s honor is saved!”

Avika sat in shock.
" Saved? My foot.. No. I’m caged." - she said looking at her arranged husband from veil...

And behind his noble smile, Abhimanyu’s eyes glowed with a wicked smile and  possession.

Blurb 3

Her irritation boiled over. She stepped closer, raising her hand, and slapped his shoulder.
“You—selfish—arrogant—monster!”

He chuckled. “That’s all? Hit harder.”

Her palm landed again, on his back this time. Then again, and again, like a frustrated child. “I hate you! I hate you!”

He caught her wrist for a second, then let it go deliberately. “Good. At least now you’re touching me.”

Her cheeks burned. She smacked his shoulder harder, this time with both hands. “You’re shameless!”

Suddenly, she pushed him, and he fell back on the terrace floor, laughing.

Before he could get up, Avika straddled him, sitting on his waist, raining soft punches on his chest and arms. “You devil! You ruined my life!”

“You—!” she fumed, leaning down to nip his shoulder in frustration

Her hands froze. She realized she was sitting on him, her palms pressed to his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her touch. Their faces were only inches apart.

Her breath caught. His eyes, dark and intense, locked on hers. The teasing smile faded into something deeper, more dangerous.

Blurb 4

For a split second, sheer panic surged through him.

“Avika!” His voice cracked, a rare break in his usually controlled tone.

He shook her lightly, eyes scanning her body.

“No, no, no… don’t you dare… What happened to you?”-- he tensed cupping her cheeks , slightly tapping them..

His mind spun with worst-case scenarios—an injury, an accident, someone hurting her before he arrived.

His pulse thundered, palms going clammy.

But then reality sank in. The smell. The placement. The timing.

His jaw loosened, and he exhaled shakily. Relief washed over him like a tide. Periods.

Closing his eyes for a second, his forehead touched hers in relief ...

he whispered a low, “Thank god…”

And kissed her forehead ..

His gaze softened. She looked so small, so vulnerable.

And the fact that she was unconscious, unaware of the mess, tugged at something deep inside him.

He reached for his blazer and carefully draped it over her stained dress, shielding her from the night air and his own intrusive gaze.

“Stubborn little wife,” he muttered under his breath, scooping her effortlessly into his arms like she weighed nothing ..

“Even like this, you make me lose my sanity.”- he whispered in her ear , and held her in his arms ,  walking towards their bedroom...

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