Chapter 1

"Tum yaha kar kya rahe ho?" Her father, Ashwin Roy asked.

"Aapki beti ko le jaane aaya hu." He replied, nonchantly, completely not interested in any kind of shit he is saying.

"Kya? Huh? Pagal ho gaye ho?" He says making some weird hand gestures. "Yaha tumhe kise ne nahi bulaya hai, chale jao yaha se," Her father almost yells.

"You did call my mother,right? She wasn't able to attend this, so she sent me here instead of coming, Aise to tumhari maut pe bhi na aau, na tumhare bete ko aane do!" He says shoving his hands in his pocket, leaving the washroom completely unbothered by his words.

Ashwin stood there dumbfounded, unknown to the plans he is planning, just to get his daughter from him & without wasting a second, he'll rip apart the person who comes infront of them or protest their soon-to-be relationship.

5 years, after 5 years, he was standing there in the same place with those same feelings in his, black eyes. Hatred. He hated each and every person from the Roy family but her, she's an expectation.

He would rip his heart away even before thinking of hating her, love. It was love for him but it was madness, and if the madness isn't unleashed from him then he would destroy the entire world & himself but he won't let her get a single scratch.

𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆,

𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

-✦ʚ♡ɞ✦-

Walking down the stairs and fixing his wrist watch after dealing with her father who deliberately took him to the restroom to sort out the matter of 'why did he came here instead of his mother?'

Halting on his steps, he forgot to take a breath, there she stood adorned in a white anarkali with Aria, her daughter in her arms. It's her second birthday.

Stood there the Rakshit Volkov in the middle of the staircase, as his black eyes roamed to find those hazel brown eyes which suddenly disappeared after he blinked.

Spotting her at a corner all alone, a bit far away from a bunch of old women who were gossiping, he released the breath he didn't even knew he was holding.

His gaze softened. He immediately changed the look in his eyes after looking away from her. He stood there cold with his eyes boring holes at all those people who looked at her. Girls included.

His eyes becomes darker by each passing second as he notices all the eyes on her, who was his. Aria no longer was there with her. She must be with her nanny.

He glanced at everyone, his eyes stopped at a particular group of ladies who were gossiping,

'She left her husband.' said one of those ladies.

'arey nahi nahi, isne nahi chhoda, usne chhoda hoga, khush nahi rakh pati hogi bichare ko!' the other one refused to the first one's comment.

Their laughter filled the entire hall, he walked down the stairs, still looking at them as he'll eat them alive.

The hall turns completely silent as every one sensed his presence, she looked at him thinking why did everyone stopped talking?

Her gaze, set on his face as she drinks his features as her favourite alcohol.

Dark brown hair, sharp jawline, a pointed nose, his veiny hands, a subtle beard with a subtle moustache, hair set with hair gel, not a single hair was out of it's place.

She gulped as she already drank his features, her eyes moving below from her face to his upper body, shoulders not so broad but broad enough to cover her.

Her eyes went even lower as she noticed something she shouldn't have. His bulge. It looked hard. She gulped as she averted her gaze from 'there' at looked at his face.

Only to find him already looking at her with a grin.

She noticed a mic in his right hand, and the left one in his pocket. He was the centre of the attention, he was standing in the centre tho.

"Reva Roy. Meri hone wali biwi hai vo, unke khilaf ek shabd suna, to sabki arthi uthva dunga."

She heard his voice echoing in the hall as everyone started gossiping. 'hone wali biwi?' She thought.

It took her a while to process his words, her eyes widened processing his words.

'holy shit' she thought, his eyes and voice scaring the shit out of her. She wasn't someone who would get scared and girls will have to hide their boyfriend from her.

She is something else, the other girls needed to hide themselves from her and not their boyfriend.

He hands the mic to one of the random person standing there as his legs made it's way to her. He was coming utterly close to her.

Her breathing becomes abnormal, her chest heaving up and down. His mere presence made her nervous as fuck. It felt like she would lose her sanity if she continued looking at him.

His face held a dirty smirk, realising she is afraid of him.

"Itna bhi darna achha nahi hota." He says grinning, holding her waist with his right hand and as usual his left hand in his pocket.

Reva felt like punching the shit out of him but at the end of the day, she liked him. She never saw him in reality, it was just in articles and magazines.

Whereas Rakshit always saw her from far away, either it is in parties or standing outside the parliament to pick her father up.

He knows she loathed politicians, and that's why he didn't join politics when his mother ordered him to join it.

Aisha, known in the political world, is also recognized as Aisha Ivan Volkov in other contexts. Aisha is Rakshit's mom and the owner of Ivan Volkov's heart.

When his father is willing to risk almost killing his parents for her.

When his father can leave his position as Prime Minister for her.

When he left Russia forever to see Aisha rise up in the world of politics.

Then imagine what he can do. Afterall he is the only son of Ivan Volkov, known as the shadow of his father to get the love of his life.

"Leave her." Ashwin Roy says popping out of nowhere.

"Why should I?" Rakshit asked looking at him.

"It's time to cut the cake and Aria is crying." Her father says, making Reva panic.

"W-where is she?" She asks in a hurried tone, jerking his hands away from her waist.

"In the backyard," He says and she quickly leaves for the backyard, jolting Rakshit with the sudden rush.

"Bohot pyaar karti hai vo usse." Her father says.

"Kitna?" He asks.

"Duniya tabaah kar degi agar usse kuch hua to." Ashwin says, with his hands in his pocket, looking at the way she left with. He loves his daughter more than anything but he knew, Rakshit will not only love her but torment her.

For the very first time, Ashwin Roy was scared of someone and that someone was none other than his daughter's psycho lover, Rakshit Volkov.

-✦ʚ♡ɞ✦-

"Mu--ma" Aria calls Reva out who was walking towards the cake kept in the middle of the hall. Aria was following her steps holding her index finger.

"Bolo babu." She says, picking up Aria in her arms.

"C-ake?" Aria says kissing more like eating her mother's cheeks, leaving a wet stain there she said, "kissi"

Reva chuckles and leaves a peck on her lips.

"Muwahh" Aria leaves a flying kiss to Reva.

As Reva stopped infront of the big cake and made Aria stand on one of the tall stool, she says, "Cake, hmm?" Aria nods.

After a few minutes, Aria cuts the cake with Reva and everyone surrounding them. After the cake cutting everyone was busy laughing talking while Reva was busy thinking about him. The words he said.

"Hmm?" Reva looks at the source of the voice and finds Rakshit kneeling down and opening his hands for Aria. She forwarded her hands as well and Rakshit picks her up in his arms while Reva kept looking at them with parted lips.

"Here's a gift for my princess," he says handing her a red box, averting his gaze from Aria to Reva.

"and here's a gift for my queen." Handing her a small blue box, Rakshit says grinning and winking at her.

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Chapter 2

"I don't feel alive without you." The note in Reva's hand read, It was the same note that was stuck on the gift Rakshit had given her at the party last night.

She hurried towards Aria who was sitting on her bed and was about to open his gift, snatching away the little box from her, she opened it only to find a pendant with ‘Aria’ engraved on it in silver. It was shining, making it look like a diamond.

Reva observed the pendant and realised that it was made up of diamonds, The ‘i’ in it had a the pink legacy diamond engraved on its dot. The single pink diamond costed ₹3,446,820,000. How much the entire pendant had must costed? She wondered.

She made Aria wear it and kissing her on the cheeks, she looked at her and went towards the box kept on the side table, kept in the left corner a bit far from the bed.

She opened the box and saw a ring, it had the same diamond engraved on it in a small round shape. It looked beautiful. Pink is her  favourite colour.

She saw the ring closely, feeling that she had seen it somewhere. Her mind roamed back to the memory of her checking him out, his hands and the picture of his left hand's index finger came in her head.

The blue diamond on his ring.

Was it a couple ring? Is this why he wrote that message on the note? ‘i don't feel alive without you.’ Her mind wondered towards all the shits that could happen.

Will he really marry her? Forcefully?

"Mumma" Reva looked back to see Aria, making grabby hands and calling her mumma. She was drooling. Like a kid drools you idiot.

She went towards her, picking her in her arms, Aria left a kiss on her mother's left cheek and asked, "Papa?" She chuckled at her antics, avoiding her question.

But till when? Till when she'll avoid Aria regarding this question? She'll grow up, right? She'll understand everything on her own. But for now, let's let her live a peaceful without dad life.

Her mind was again clouded by the thoughts of Rakshit. His ring, his note, his voice, his touch, everything felt foreign to her but she got the warmth she needed.

"i don't feel alive without you." These words lingered on her head, it felt like she could hear him saying everything.

"Mumma, food" Aria asked for food as Reva made her lay on her lap and unbuttoned her shirt, breastfeeding Aria.

Her mind consistently wondered towards him, no matter how much she tries to get him out of her head she cannot, she knows here's- no escape. If she is once stuck with him, she won't be able to come out.

I don't feel alive without you.

I don't feel alive without you.

I don't feel alive without you.

Her mind wondered around this, trying to forget each shit but it seems to get worsen, she feels her eye lids get heavier, she lacked sleep.

She looked at Aria to find her almost closing her eyes, she layed her on the bed and tapped her head to make her fast asleep. After a few minutes, Sleep completely took over Reva as she slept beside her daughter.

–✦ʚ♡ɞ✦–

On the other hand, stood a man in his late twenties beside Rakshit in a conference hall, his eyes stuck to the projector but still managing to be aware of what everyone is doing. His pen in his fingers noting down things from his perspective.

"I don't like this, Mr. Khan." He said pointing towards the projecter with his pen which had a design of a car displayed on it.

"We can change it, Mr. Volkov-" Cutting Mr. Khan in between he says, "Get some better designs then we'll hold one more meeting." Standing up from his chair he straight went inside his cabin.

"What was that behaviour Mr. Volkov?" His assistant asked coming behind him.

"That was nothing Mr. Roy or should I have cancelled the deal itself?" He asks turning back, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Chuttiyan hai bey tu?"

"Nah, Mr. Aarav Roy ka dost hu!" Rakshit replied, making Aarav part his lips, "You went to the party yesterday, didn't you?" His voice cold, eyes knead.

Getting nothing in reply, Aarav understood everything and shoot a glare towards him, "Spill the tea!" His voice beamed in the office, he looked interested.

"Tea? Seriously dude? You are fucking 29," Rakshit looked at him with disbelief, not believing his PA, who happens to be his bestfriend as well.

"Spill the tea? I fucked her wanna know that?" He mocked him and Aarav's face fell and went pale. It was embarrassing to hear your friend about fucking someone even when he doesn't have her.

"Dude- clam down–" Sensing that he wasn't raging he continued with a deep breath "–Tell me the details Rakshit."

"Dar si gayi thi," his lips twitched upwards in the mention of her as he smiled like a fool, Aarav looked at him as one. The thought of him using and throwing away Reva, wondered in Aarav's brain, voicing out his concerns he asks,

"You'll use her and throw away, won't you?" The smile fell from his face and his eyes looked at his, shooting invisible draggers into his head for saying something absolute bullshit, he decided to keep calm, a smirk formed on his face as he asked,

"Why does it matter to you? Don't you hate her?" Aarav could do nothing but stare at him, he just pretended to hate her he didn't actually hate her or– he did? Their faces had no emotion displayed on it but they were facing a inner turmoil. They both were just messing up with eachother, real bad.

"You know it Rakshit Fucking Volkov," Aarav groaned, feeling irritated.

"I prefer Rakshit Reva Volkov more," He grinned earning a glare from his friend, these guys knew only to glare and break eachother's head.

"You have became a desperate bitch, you planned your wedding, did you give her a option and inform her about this?" He asked ready to lose his shits and beat him up to a point where he'll be admitted to the hospital for more than a week.

"I'm giving her a option between yes & yes, there's no in between and yeah, she knows we'll get married, soon,"

"How?"

"I announced it in there." He replied, his eyes shined whenever he mentioned even a little thing about her. He will just break her what's up with this shine in eyes?

Rakshit's phone ringed and as it was with Aarav, he checked the caller id and said while giving him his phone "The great, Ivan Aisha Volkov is calling you my lord!"

His dad.

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Chapter 3

!! Mention of abuse, reader's discretion advised !!

But he loved me.

1 year ago, 1st August 2023.

It's been 3 months to my marriage with Vivaan Singhania, unfortunately it's a love marriage but there's nothing as love here. He has been ignoring my existence like I never existed, coming home late every night, being pissed off, taking someone's anger out on me by yelling, breaking things.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room I thought waiting for my husband is a waste of time. He won't return and even if he does, he will yell on me for things I didn't even do. Although I feel ashamed to call him my husband who was my boyfriend since college, my teenage years. 7 years with him and this is the consequences.

We never went intimate with each other even though I was ready to have sex with him, he always shrugged it off saying I need more time, I am not ready for it maybe I am, perks of being sensitive.

I turn towards the door, his state devastated, his eyes bloodshot red, his tie tied loosely, his hair messy, the blazer he wore in the morning out of sight, his eyes glancing me from head toe, even if I was seated and he is my husband, I feel uncomfortable.

He walks towards me with his legs limping because of drinking maybe. My chest filled with nervousness, I felt like collapsing on the floor, I stood up from the soft to run because I knew this was a call of something I don't want. Even if I have waited for him, I don't want to do ‘it’ right now. He is drunk.

Before I could start running, he gets a hold of my wrist, a gasp left my mouth and in a swift I was on his shoulder, throwing my legs and hands to let me down, I can't fucking let him touch me when he isn't sober enough to remember it tomorrow.

"Leave me, Vivaan!" I punch his back but it seems to have no effect on him, I can't break down right now, not at all. He ascends the stairs, stopping infront of our so fucking called room, he pushes the door and I don't stop protesting.

I felt a pang of pain in my back and look at him in disbelief, did he just threw me on the goddam floor? My back stinging with unbearable pain, I stood up and threw the jug of water on him. His eyes flared with anger as he pushed me on the bed, my back hurted with immense pain.

A hiss left my mouth, as he hovered over me, I try to push him away but his left hand took a hold of my hands and pinned it above my head, I wanted this but I am not enjoying at all, not right now. It's martial rape.

"No, Vivaan you are not in your right sense, leave me!" I yell wiggling in his hold. He jerked my hands making them harshly in contact with the headboard because of the pressure he used while throwing my hands, a hiss left my mouth as the glass bangles pierced my wrist. It hurts.

"Shut the fuck up, you are my wife and you need to fucking let me do whatever the fuck I want." He says and let's his entire body weight fall on me, my breathing stopped because of lack of air and my eyes struggled to stay open. Everything seems to fade as I heard a tearing sound, he gets up and I looked down at myself to see the kurti I was wearing toren apart. I regretted not wearing a bra, I covered my tits with my hands.

I tried to get up but my back pain didn't let me so I layed back trying to get up again. My voice barely audible as I say,"Vivaan." He was unbuckleing his belt making my heart run faster, "No..no, Vivaan!" I yell getting up and moving back on the bed.

He holds my ankle and pulls me back, a loud hiss left my mouth as I feel my back getting swollen and sore, my tits fall out as I feel that it's the end and I can't escape from here.

By now my entire clothing was gone and I layed there with a naked upper body and my pussy covered with a thong, I am not liking it a bit, my wrist bleeding and tied with his tie with a swollen back, my ankles tied to the bed with my very own dupatta.

His tounge trailed on my stomach as I wriggled myself to get out of hear and the next moment my thong was thrown on the floor. I am fucking hating it.

I somehow manage to push him and get up from the bed, he was raging on the floor as I tried opening my leg with my tied hands, I can hear him groaning.

My eyes went blurry as his hands came in contact with my hair, he gripped it and my head was banged on the nearby wall, not once or twice but thrice.

My head bleeding from front and the sides. I felt like collapsing on the floor but I tried to keep myself composed because I still had hopes that I could escape this.

His hands squeezing my boobs not caring about the blood, his lips trailed all over my body, I felt foreign feelings which were not good, it was making me feel comfortable.

His last squeeze on my right boob was the breaking point for me and that's when my tears made it's way out of eyes. I kept begging and crying but he didn't stop.

His hands and lips trailed all over my body, all over me, the parts of my body I loved, he was making me hate them all. My loud cries were echoing in the entire mansion but unfortunately no one was there, no one.

He pushed me on the floor making my back pain even worse, he was naked by now and that's when I knew it was over and I couldn't escape. I lost it all when he pushed himself inside me. Those touch loathed me.

My entire face was covered with blood and eyes with tears. Even though I wanted this, but not like this, where it seems like martial rape.

I could see nothing but red and with a thud I collapsed on the floor.

Present

"Even if the last thing I remember is collapsing on the floor, I felt his touches all over my body when I woke up, He touched me at places where I loved to flaunt them, I would have willingly submitted myself to him but he was drunk not on his sense, I loved him and was waiting for him to make love to me but this wasn't something which could be called as making love, it felt like he was a womanizer and it wasn't his first time–" taking a deep breath I explain everything to my therapist with not a single tear leaving my eyes.

"He lied to me about everything, saying I was his first, he lied his identity he forced me, I loved him for 7 years but they were nothing for him, the things I did for him were nothing for him, nothing–" I brust out crying as she came and hugged my consoling me, rubbing my back.

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"Why are you here Volkov?" I turned my head at the source of voice, my father yelling on a man, who was walking towards me with slow yet long strides, it's giving that hot male lead vibes.

"I asked you something Rakshit!" This goddamn old man yelled again, he knows it that I don't tolerate freaking loud noises or voices.

"And you fucking know something dad!" I yelled back, turning towards the stove, I was in the kitchen. Ignoring the presence of a unwanted man here, what is he doing here?

"Vo a-aap se baat karni thi!" Did the Rakshit Volkov stuttered? I ignored him and kept doing what I was doing, baking brownies for Aria.

I was almost done with my brownie, I went towards the drawer where Aria's utensils are kept and took out a disney princess plate, Like mother, like daughter. My lips twitched into a smile recalling the fact that how me and Aria are so same.

His manly cologne lingered in the atmosphere and attracted me towards him but I kept quiet, I can't let him know I like him, maybe.

I can feel his gaze on my back, I am wearing a backless blouse. Just Great.

"I guess, I asked you something?" He asked I turned to look at him with my hands placed backwards on the kitchen counter and my right leg crossing my left leg, the pallu of my saree fell down from my shoulder till my waist and covered me completely. The audacity of this man and that old man who happens to be my father, can't he tell him something or ask the security to throw him out?

"Kya chahiye aapko?" I asked with my brows raised.

"Aap, aap chahiye hume!" He walked towards me and I tried to step back, which is of no use because I can't take escape, stuck between a hot 6'2 man and a 3'2 kitchen counter. He kept his hand on my cheek, he tugged that one strand of my hair in my ears and my cheeks started instantly heating up.

I looked down not being able to meet his gaze, his hand left my cheek and moved up to my hair, I felt my hair falling back and a faint noise of the clutcher which held my hair in a bun few minutes ago being kept on the counter.

I could feel his breath on my face as I stayed mum, I didn't knew what to say or how to react. I kept my hands on his chest and played with his shirts button, don't ask me why.

I felt his hot breath on my ears and side of cheek as he said, "Aapke room main leke chalo hume," I push him a bit and look straight to see my father standing there with a stotic face, what is he upto now? I asked him a question through my eyes and he nodded.

I nodded at Rakshit and walk towards my room with the brownie plate in my hands and him following me.

The first room on the first floor is mine, twisting the knob, I am welcomed by Aria's giggle, she is so cute.

I felt a tug at my pallu when I tried to walk further, I turn around and look at my pallu only to find it wrapped around his fingers, I knitted my brows looking at him, he was looking at Aria with a small smile and his eyes fluttered towards the pendant, he gave.

His smile widened, this smile looked real and genuine. His gaze shifted towards me and I looked down, my cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Why did I stare at him for so long?

He has dimples, oh my god wow.

My sub-concious voice has the worst timing ever, I sweat to god.

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Was editing the chapter and realised how cliché the first chapter is... lamo crying emoji.