Ahana POV
When I opened my eyes that morning, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the sunlight.
It was the weight in my chest.
My body felt heavy — as if all my dreams from last night had turned to stones and were sitting on my ribs. The air was still, and the faint morning light spilling through the curtains felt like it didn’t belong here. Like it had mistaken my room for someone else’s life.
My phone buzzed again.
Vivaan Malhotra.
Just seeing his name on my screen sent a wave of nausea down my throat.
The message read:
> “Be ready by 10:30. The car will pick you up. Don’t be late.”
No greetings. No question. Just an order.
Like I was a business deal, not a bride.
I sat there for a full minute, staring at the words, wondering how someone could sound so cold even through text. My fingers hovered over the keyboard — I wanted to say “I’m not your employee”, or “I don’t even want this” — but my pride just gave up halfway through. I put the phone down and sighed.
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The house was silent. Not peaceful silent — funeral silent.
I walked into the living room barefoot, feeling the chill of the marble against my skin. My father’s photo was still on the wall, staring at me from behind a thin layer of dust. I couldn’t look at it for long.
“Because of you, your sister died…”
Rajveer’s words from last night stabbed again.
I’d read that message so many times I could recite it.
Every line had burned into my mind.
And yet, I still didn’t know what to believe.
Was I really the reason she died?
Or was it just another cruel twist in the web my father had created?
I didn’t even know anymore. All I knew was that I was being traded away like some kind of currency — for guilt, for control, for some “deal” I didn’t understand.
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By 9:30, the dress arrived.
White. Simple. Elegant.
It wasn’t the kind of gown I’d dreamed of — because honestly, I’d stopped dreaming long ago.
I ran my fingers along the lace, the fabric smooth but cold, like something meant for display, not love.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Today, I was supposed to become someone’s wife, and I didn’t even know what that word meant anymore.
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10:20 a.m.
The car arrived right on time — a black Rolls Royce, polished like it could see through my reflection. The driver bowed slightly when I stepped outside, his face expressionless.
As I sat in the backseat, the world outside blurred. Shops, traffic lights, people holding hands — all of it looked like scenes from a movie I wasn’t part of.
My hands trembled against the bouquet resting on my lap. The white roses felt heavy.
I didn’t like flowers anyway.
They wilt too fast.
They pretend to be beautiful while dying quietly.
Just like me today.
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When we reached the venue, my heart almost stopped.
The place was stunning — white arches, glass chandeliers, and a faint melody echoing through the hall. Everything was expensive, cold, perfect.
Too perfect.
It didn’t feel like a wedding.
It felt like a business merger.
Vivaan stood near the altar, dressed in black — of course. His suit was flawless, his posture straight, his face… unreadable.
And when his eyes met mine, that same coldness returned, slicing through the air between us.
“You’re late,” he said simply.
“I’m on time,” I snapped back before I could stop myself.
He arched an eyebrow, the faintest smirk ghosting his lips. “I see marriage hasn’t made you obedient yet.”
“Wasn’t part of the terms and conditions,” I muttered, clutching the bouquet tighter.
Rajveer coughed quietly in the corner, like he was trying not to laugh — and honestly, that tiny sound was the only thing keeping me from crying.
And then
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The ceremony started.
There were my friends, some over the top businessmens and fake smiles.
Just me, him, Rajveer, the officiant, and the silence that could break glass.
When Vivaan took my hand, I flinched. His palm was warm — too warm. It was almost unfair that someone so emotionally frozen could have such alive skin.
“Do you, Vivaan Malhotra, take Ahana—”
“Yes,” he said before the man could even finish.
And just like that, I realized — this wasn’t love.
This was strategy.
This was control.
When it was my turn to say yes, I hesitated. Just for a breath.
Rajveer’s eyes met mine — a silent please, maybe pity, maybe warning.
And I said it.
“Yes.”
It sounded like someone else’s voice.
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Then came the moment that made my entire stomach twist — the kiss.
My heartbeat went chaotic. I could barely breathe.
I stepped back instinctively, shaking my head. “Don’t.”
Vivaan paused. His eyes darkened — not in anger, but in that unreadable, restrained storm way of his. Then he leaned closer, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
“Relax. I’m not that desperate.”
And he didn’t kiss me.
He just gave a brief nod to the officiant, as if to say let’s end this, and signed the register.
No warmth.
No words.
Just two signatures binding two strangers forever.
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When the ceremony ended, Vivaan said to Rajveer, “Take her home.”
Her home.
The words hit me differently. I wasn’t sure if I even had one anymore.
Before he left, he looked at me once.
For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes — not emotion exactly, but… restraint. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
Then it was gone.
And he walked away like he hadn’t just changed my life.
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That night, I sat in the big unfamiliar room — my new “home.”
The bed was huge, the sheets white, everything expensive and cold.
And me? I sat there, hugging my knees, staring at my wedding ring like it was a shackle.
Vivaan hadn’t come home yet.
Maybe he wouldn’t.
Maybe that was mercy.
But I couldn’t help thinking about his last words — that the cage was real.
Maybe it was.
Maybe it always had been.
And now I was just learning how to breathe inside it.
And I was going to sleep but I heard footsteps and understood that it was him
Why is he coming ohh God no don't let him enter
Vivaan entered room without knocking ofcourse no manners as I saw him
He was wearing the night suit a grey coloured sweatpants and a black tshirt perfectly hugged him 6'2 figure he was looking calm...too calm and his hair slightly tousled but they were giving him a look of a mafia straight from kdrama Vincenzo
Ohh I love him so much him means Vincenzo not this boring Vivaan who didn't even bothered to say good night till now he was looking at me
I was slightly uncomfortable because I was wearing a very short night dress which barely reached my thighs as if it was made to cover only my pusssy
He suddenly started walking towards me with slow precision like a predator ready to grab it's meal because he is being starved.
And then....and then he started removing his tshirt and while smirking he said," darling I am your husband let me do whatever a husband will do with their wives"
I flinched, very scared and I was breathing slowly like my slow breathing would slow his movements and I was going to say you can't do this....
He jumped on bed towering over me kissing me like the man starved the kiss was hungry it was like he was trying to eat me..whole ME
And just......
I woke up time 3am ohh that was fucking dream thank God.
No I CAN'T marry him not even if he kills my father
Sorry if there are grammatical mistakes actually I didn't had much time to edit it
Please comment if you like the chapter and please reach it at your friends and now there is very big twist because now she doesn't w
ant to save her father anymore and also it's about pride of a girl so it is obvious now what could be her next move what will vivaan will do to marry her
Stay tuned
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