The moonlight fell softly on the Malhotra mansion, casting silver shadows over its marble floors. In her room, Priya Malhotra stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes distant. At 20, she was fiery, sharp-tongued, and had her own dreams.... Dreams that didn't include being caged in a promise made before she even opened her eyes.
Behind her, the door creaked open. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.
Rahul Thakur. Arjun's best friend. Her supposed fiancé. The mafia heir with dark eyes and darker intentions.
"Still trying to escape me, Priya?" he said, voice calm but edged with menace.
She turned, lips pressed into a thin line. "I was five when they told me I belonged to you. I'm twenty now. Still waiting for someone to ask me what I want."
Rahul stepped closer. His presence was like smoke suffocating yet strangely addictive. "You don't need to be asked, Priya. You were promised to me. That's all I need."
Her heart pounded not from fear, but from the frustrating, magnetic force between them. "You think love is a promise signed in blood? My life is not your contract, Rahul."
He smiled, slow and dangerous. "You don't need to love me. Just don't try to leave me."
Outside, thunder rolled through the night.
Inside, Priya realized... she might be fighting a battle she could never win...
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