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The sound of the gavel echoed in the silent courtroom. With a grim expression, the judge read out the final verdict, and with it, Abhiraj’s world collapsed.

“The accused, Mr. Veer Mehra, is hereby declared guilty of embezzlement and sentenced to ten years of rigorous imprisonment.”

Gasps and murmurs filled the room. But Abhiraj heard none of it. His eyes were fixed on the old man sitting with his head bowed on the other side of the courtroom.

Ishan’s father.

Abhiraj’s fists clenched. His father had died a broken man, heart attack taking him days after being falsely accused. Their once-prosperous company had crumbled. His family name smeared across headlines like dirt.

All because of one man. One betrayal.

And Ishan was the key to everything.

---

Two years later

Abhiraj stood in front of the grand college gates where Ishan studied, his dark eyes scanning the crowd of students.

He was no longer the vulnerable, grieving son. He was powerful, calculated, and rich again—thanks to the foreign investors who had seen his brilliance.

He saw Ishan walking, alone as always, soft-spoken and painfully polite. The kind of guy people overlooked. The kind of guy you wouldn’t expect to carry someone else’s sins.

But to Abhiraj, he was the very image of everything he had lost.

“Ishan.”

The voice made Ishan freeze.

He turned slowly and found himself staring into eyes so cold, they seemed to freeze the air around them.

“Abhiraj?” he asked, confused. “You... I thought you moved abroad.”

“I came back,” Abhiraj said with a smirk. “To settle some unfinished business.”

---

The next few weeks were a nightmare for Ishan.

Abhiraj was everywhere. At his college gate. At the bus stop. At his favorite bookstore. Always watching, always smiling that twisted smile.

Ishan tried to avoid him, but it was impossible.

Then one evening, Abhiraj cornered him in the parking lot.

“You know, I’ve always been good at chess,” he said, leaning against Ishan’s bike. “And right now, you’re my pawn.”

“What do you want from me?” Ishan whispered.

“Marriage.”

Ishan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you to marry me.”

“That’s... Are you crazy? Why would I ever...”

Abhiraj pulled out a file.

“This,” he said, opening it to reveal photos, bank records, and documents that linked Ishan’s father to the old embezzlement case.

Ishan paled. “You said he was innocent...”

“That’s what you believed. But what if I tell the police otherwise? One little push and your father goes back to trial.”

Ishan trembled. “You’re blackmailing me.”

“Correct. So, marry me, and be a good little husband. Or watch your father rot.”

---

The wedding was silent. No celebration. No family.

Just the two of them in a courthouse. Ishan, numb. Abhiraj, victorious.

“Say your vows,” the officer instructed.

Ishan could barely speak. “I... I take you as my... husband.”

Abhiraj grinned. “And I take you... as my tool for revenge.”

They signed the papers. And just like that, Ishan’s freedom was gone.

---

The house Abhiraj brought him to was modern and cold. Sharp edges, glass walls, and no warmth. Just like the man himself.

The first night, Ishan tried to sleep on the couch. But Abhiraj pulled him up by the wrist.

“We’re married. You sleep in my bed.”

Ishan struggled. “Please... I don’t want this.”

“I don’t care. This is your punishment.”

The fear in Ishan’s eyes didn’t stop him.

Abhiraj pushed him into the bedroom.

“You’re mine now. You’ll play the part. And every night, I’ll remind you why.”

---

But what Abhiraj didn’t anticipate was the way Ishan began to invade his life. His routines.

Ishan made breakfast every morning. Cleaned the apartment. Folded his clothes. All without a word.

He never fought. Never screamed.

That silence became louder than anything.

Abhiraj would watch him sometimes, curious.

Who was this boy who endured so much?

Why did his heart feel heavy every time he saw a flicker of sadness in those big eyes?

But he brushed it off.

This was revenge.

Not love.

Or so he thought.

---

Ishan, meanwhile, kept a diary.

He wrote everything. The pain. The humiliation. The anger.

He never let it show, but deep inside, he hated Abhiraj with every breath.

He wanted to escape. To break free.

But he stayed.

Because his father’s safety depended on it.

And slowly, unwillingly, something else took root inside him. Something dangerous.

Not love.

But a quiet understanding.

That monsters are born, not made. And Abhiraj had once been human.

Maybe, just maybe, he could still be.

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