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0| Prologue

"You won't do this, right?" She asked trembling under his touch, hovering over her, he says,

"If I wanted to do that, I would have did it a long ago," Snuggling into her neck and sensing her getting goosebumps, he again says, "You are so sensitive!" His voice barely audible.

"Where's Aria?" She asked.

"Somewhere safe," He replied.

"Bring her to me," she added. "If I could, I would." He replies the un-asked question.

"Why can't you bring her to me?" She asks, frowning that what was stopping Rakshit Volkov to get her daughter?

"Patience, Reva." He says, the very first time he took her full name. Hearing her name from him she knew he was serious and won't tell her but the sudden current that jolted up in her body by hearing her name from his mouth for the very first time.

She felt feelings, she never felt or no one ever made her feel, it was erotic, just her name from his mouth and she is wet down there. The amount of effect he has on her.

She tried to rub her thighs to get the fraction she needed but by mistake her knees touched his manhood, making him groan. He hurriedly got up from the bed and stood infront of her.

She was still laying, his shadow casting down on her body, covering her totally, a dry dark chuckle left his mouth as he starts speaking, "You are making it hard for yourself,"

"I know" she replied.

"Shaadi kar lijiye humse," He says as her eyes shot up, she looked at him with wide eyes, totally horrified. She stood up from the bed infront of him. His voice didn't came out as a request instead it sounded like he was demanding it and he would get it any moment soon.

"Kya bola aapne?" She asks with a raised brow.

"Aap humse shaadi karne wali hai, aapka han ya naa bolna matter nahi karta." He says looking straight into her eyes.

"Hum iss shaadi ko leke raazi nahi hai," she states.

"Aapki razamandi yaha mayine nahi rakhti," he paused for a while and then says, "Sirf iss baat ko lekar, nahi to aapki razamandi ke bina yaha ek pata bhi hil nahi sakta!"

"Aap pagal hai?" She asks.

"Aapke pyaar main." He replies still looking at her as he never wants to remove his gaze from her.

"Pyaar bolte hai aap isko? Ye pyaar nahi pagalpan hai, you are obsessed!" She yells frustrated.

"Jaisa aapko achha lage, lekin mere liye ye pyaar hai aur aapko paane ke liye mein kise bhi had tak jaa skta hu!"

"Jaan de doge?" She asks, holding his collar.

"Khushi Khushi." He replied still looking at her while she struggled to look at him.

"Nahi karni hume aapse shaadi," she said, calmly. Cause she knew if she freaked out, he would marry her the very next second.

"Kyun?" He asks.

"Nahi karni aapse shaadi, I am impure, I already have a child, just leave me." She yelled.

"Where do you think our child is?" He says, grinning, shoving his hands inside his pocket.

"What do you mean?" She asks leaving his collar.

"Don't tell me you'll use Aria to make me yours?" She adds.

"I won't, I absolutely won't mix her between all these shit, just a simple yes and you'll be mine, I'll be yours and Aria will be ours." He says, taking his hands out of his pocket, holding her hands, he keeps it back on his collar and says, "Aapka hi hu, jo marzi aaye karo, lekin iss shaadi se inkaar mat karo" he says, almost begging.

He was desperate to get her or to use and throw her away? She thought.

"Nahi chahiye mujhe aap," She yells.

"Lekin mujhe aap chahiye." He says.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she says, "Aria, Aria ko mere pass lekar aa jao, please. Please" She begged.

"Order Karo, Request nahi.." He continues "Aria ko lekar to aajaunga lekin usko yaha se jaldi bhejna bhi hoga!"

"Kyun?" She asks.

"Jab tak aap shaadi ke liye raazi nahi ho jati tab tak ye baat aapko pata nahi chalegi!" He replies.

"Karungi main aapse shaadi." She says hurriedly, looking everywhere but him.

"Pakka?" He asks.

"Pakka." She says.

With a straight blushing face he says, "main Aria ko lekar aaya, aap shaadi ke liye taiyar ho jao!"

He leaves the room as she gets lost in her thoughts, drowning in them she thought,

β€œYou’ll shatter my heart but it’s you, who is the one shattering it, so I’ll gladly let you shatter my heart.”

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