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The holy fire burned before me - fierce, bright, merciless.
Its flames danced wildly, mocking me, just like the rage coursing through my veins.
I stared at it blankly, yet inside me, something far hotter burned - not devotion, not faith, but betrayal.
The kind that rips your heart open and laughs at the ruins.
My hands were trembling, but I sat still. I couldn't move because the fire in front of me wasn't half as cruel as the one inside me - the one that came from being stabbed by my own people.
Around me stood my so-called family, relatives, friends whispering, smirking, pitying, mocking.They all called it a wedding,But I knew better - it was my funeral in red.
Today I was supposed to be a happy bride.But happiness? It had died the moment I opened that door... and saw him.The man I thought was my forever - tangled with my best friend on my own bed.
My heart had shattered soundlessly that day, but tonight... tonight it would burn.
A tear escaped my eye as I felt him - my so-called love - fill my hairline with vermillion.The world gasped, the priest chanted, cameras flashed...But I wasn't closing my eyes in bliss.
No.
I closed them to swear revenge.
To burn him the same way he burned me.
To turn the ashes of betrayal into my power.
Because I was no longer his helpless bride.
I was his curse.
The crowd cheered as the priest declared,
"Vivah sampann hua. Aaj se aap pati patni hue."
The words sliced through me like knives.
I didn't rise.
I sat still - lifeless, broken, cold.
I hated everything.
I hated everyone.
But most of all... I hated myself.
Why didn't I trust my instincts?
Why did I believe in love?
And then - a voice.
Low, dark, intoxicating.
"Welcome again... in my hell, wildcat."
My breath caught ,That wasn't Veeranshu's voice.
I looked up - and froze.
Ocean-green eyes met molten gold.
A face carved from danger and sin.
The same man I'd sworn never to face again.The same man who once claimed my lips in a kiss I could never forget.The man they called the God of Destruction.
ZYRAN ACE KNIGHT.
The ruthless gangster.
The nightmare dressed in charm.
And now... my husband.
I had been betrayed by love...
only to be married to my destruction.
And he?
He wanted me to be his - in every way possible.
Because this wasn't a fairy tale.
This was His Ruthless Love.
A love that burns, bleeds, and binds.
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๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฝ?
๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ - veryyy soonnnnnn
