Avani pvo//

My hair spun with me as I twirled around the room, barefoot, laughing like a child who had been set free.

My arms moved with the beat, hair falling around my face, and I let myself breathe freely.

He’ll probably forget about punishing me. Maybe he won’t even come near me again.

No one is going to hold me down with that suffocating gaze. He hadn't come.

Maybe he’ll finally stop showing me that strange, heavy attention. Maybe he won’t storm in here and try to touch me again. Maybe I won’t have to constantly guess what mood he’s in, or what he’s about to do next.

It’s been more than half an hour.

He’s still downstairs.

With her.

What must they be doing right now?
Are they wrapped up in each other’s arms, laughing, touching,hugging, kissing, maybe even Are they… ... having sex.

Ugh. No. Stop it.

Why am I even thinking like this?
Let him do whatever he wants with her. Let him forget I even exist. That’s what I wanted, right? And that should make me happy, shouldn’t it?

As I twirled around, lost in my own little world, my eyes suddenly locked with something that snatched the air out of my lungs.

Those hungry, intense grey eyes.

Vrishabh.

He stood at the door like a shadow pulled from the dark. His gaze didn’t just look at me… it stripped me bare with those intense gray eyes, like in the next second, he’d devour me and leave no trace behind.

I try to move away from it, but I stumbled. My foot slipped over the edge of the rug, and I felt the floor rushing toward me. I was about to crash my face, breathless when two strong arms caught me.

His hands gripped my waist, tight and rough, stopping me from falling.

In one swift motion, he pulled me up like I weighed nothing like I was some three-year-old child dangling in his arms. His grip was strong, unforgiving. Fear clenched my spine. If he wanted, he could crush me right here snap every bone in my body like twigs, leave a pool of blood behind, and no one would dare ask him why.

I’ve lived with him long enough to know Vrishabh can do anything. Kill. Destroy. Disappear someone without leaving a trace. He’s too dangerous. Too powerful. And right now, he’s holding me like prey.

“Yo-u…” The word barely escaped my lips, cracked and uncertain.

Those grey eyes didn’t blink. They burned into mine with a hunger that made my skin crawl and shiver all at once. His gaze didn’t see. It claims.

“Who did you expect to see here?” he said, each word rolling off his tongue with a weight that settled in the pit of my stomach.

"I-I…" I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My throat closed up and My mouth dried. My lips moved, but no sound came out.

And those eyes… they didn’t look away.

It was getting hard to even breathe, let alone hold that eye contact. It was like staring into the storm itself knowing it would swallow me whole.

He lowers his head and I try to move but he holds me tightly, nuzzles his face into my hair, inhaling me like he's trying to burn my scent into his memory. A sound rumbles from his chest it's a low, deep growl. Animalistic and Dangerous. Like something dark inside him is just barely under control.

A shiver runs through my body, goosebumps creeping across my skin. I’m still not used to his touch every time he lays a hand on me, it sparks a different sensation.

I hate how my body reacts to him, how his touch awakens something I don’t want to admit exists. It’s like he owns the rhythm of my nerves, not me.

His breath, hot and heavy, ghosts across my skin. He’s breathing like he’s trying not to lose it.

He pulled his face back, but only just enough to look at me, I gasp, struggling to keep my breath steady under the weight of his stare. His gaze burns into me stormy and sharp. My chest rises and falls rapidly, as if my lungs have forgotten how to breathe.

Then his thumb brushes my lower lip slowly. He presses down, parting them slightly, before his voice drips over me like molten steel.

“You don’t learn from your previous incident, do you?” he mutters darkly.

I try to focus on his words, on his presence but something else hits me harder.

A scent.

The smell hit me and I couldn’t process a single thing. My mind froze. The scent came from his shirt. It wasn’t his cologne. It wasn’t him. It was her. A woman’s perfume. Soft. Sweet. Sharp. Clinging to his clothes like a stain I couldn’t wash away. And suddenly, that scent had all my attention.

It made my heart sink in a way I didn’t understand, but I knew that perfume wasn’t from someone just standing near him.

They must have been close so close it left a mark. A scent this strong doesn’t come from standing beside someone. It comes from touching. From pressing into each other.

It was too strong, too embedded into the fabric.

He can do anything he wants to kiss someone, touch someone, sleep with someone and no one dares to question him.

I’m the one stuck here. I’m the one wearing his name like a shackle around my neck.

Maybe to him, I’m just a contract... a cage to control, while he walks free touching, tasting, doing whatever he wants without ever looking back.

My fists curl without realizing. I don’t even know what’s taking over me. This sharp, stinging ache in my chest.

I remind myself we’re not real. This marriage isn’t real.

Then why do I care if he’s with someone else? Why does this scent feel like it’s clawing at my dignity?

His grey eyes hold mine, like he is reading the wildest thoughts going through my brain. something inside me breaks loose.

"I’m not answerable to you, Mr. Vrishabh," I say quietly, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I don't know the from where I am getting the curge.

"You… you can do whatever you want. So can I."

He doesn’t move. His eyes are darkened and my whole body Shiver from his goze.

"You are," he says, voice low, firm, and dangerously calm.
"Because you're mine.My wife."

"Contract wife," I correct, my tone sharper than I meant. "And not your pro-perty."

There’s a flicker in his eyes. Warning. Fire. Like saying shut the mouth before it gets out of control.

But I don't stop.

"You don’t get to control me while you're… while you're sleeping around. I haven’t done anything to deserve punishment. Stop trying to control me this is just a contract marriage. You're not my real husband. I’m not yours. So stop saying I am."

My words are reckless. My heart’s pounding. I know I’m walking a dangerous line.

I feel it the shift in the air. The weight of silence pressing on my chest. As the calm just before a storm tears through everything.

Vrishabh stilled.

Something shifted in his eyes danger. Pure, cold danger that made the air around us feel heavy. His jaw tightened.

My throat goes dry.

In one swift motion, he grabbed my neck not too tight to hurt, but enough to make me feel how easily he could. He yanked me close, so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips.

His voice was low, deep, and sharp like a blade. “Real husband?” he repeated, his tone like a warning wrapped in desire.

“I’ll show you just how much real husband I am,” he growled. “And remind you exactly who you belong.”

Before I could blink, his hands gripped my shoulder, and the next thing I knew I was thrown onto the bed. My body bounced once against the mattress, and then he was over me.

His forehead nearly touched mine. His grey eyes locked into mine like he could see straight through my ribs and into the war raging in my chest.

And in his eyes I saw it. Anger. Hunger. Desire.

It wasn’t hidden. It was burning. Red-hot, unashamed.

I swallowed hard.

My lips parted to speak maybe to apologize, maybe to explain but nothing came out.

“I don’t fucking care who put this in your head,” he growled.

My breath caught. My hands curled into the sheets beneath me, heart hammering against my ribs.

“But we’re going to settle this here ” he said, voice low and lethal. Each word fell heavy, like a punishment waiting to be carried out.

He leaned down, his lips just inches from mine. Our breaths tangled, heat crackling in the space between us.

His lips crashed against mine brutal, unrelenting. His teeth sank into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.

His lips moved against mine with a hunger that didn’t feel new but something he’d been hiding, something he’d just let loose. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine like it owned me, like it had every right to. My head spun, my breath caught. I wasn’t prepared for how much I felt.

When he finally pulled away, our breaths were ragged and uneven. My lips felt swollen and breaths are heavy.

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up into those stormy grey eyes that always left me breathless. His voice was low, dangerous, laced with a truth that hit me like a wave.

"You are the first and the last. The only woman I ever touched. The only one I ever allowed to touch me"

I couldn’t breathe.

Before I could even process his words, his body crashed into mine.

I screamed.

"No one before you. No one after you. it ends with you."

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