One Mistake

Vishal Agnihotri

Vishal Agnihotri had lived his life on his own terms. Detached, solitary, and resolutely uninterested in matters of the heart, he believed relationships were nothing more than distractions. A man of few words and fewer attachments, he always kept people at arm’s length. His focus was on his career, his goals—nothing else mattered. Romance? Commitment? He had no place for such things in his life.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans. One championship win, one drink, one mistake, and Vishal found himself waking up to a reality that didn't make sense. A marriage he couldn’t remember, a person he couldn't place in his mind, and an unspoken bond that would shackle him in ways he never imagined. His indifference to love was shattered in one reckless moment, and suddenly, he was caught in a web of obsession that was slowly suffocating him.

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The tension between them was palpable. Vishal’s heart raced, his mind a chaotic mess of defiance and confusion. He tried to break free, to find some semblance of control, but the man before him, the one who held his life in a vice-like grip, wasn’t going to let him go.

"You think you can run away from me?" The voice was dark, dripping with menace. The man moved closer, his breath hot against Vishal’s ear. "After everything that happened that night in that hotel... you’re dreaming."

Vishal barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, the impact stunning him. His breath hitched, but the man’s gaze never wavered—intense, unwavering, as if he owned him completely. His hands gripped Vishal’s wrists, pinning him in place.

"Enough with the games, Vishal," the man growled, the words low and deadly. "This is the last time I’m telling you... You’re mine now. Sign the damn papers. Stop fighting it."

Vishal struggled, but the man was relentless. The cold, calculating intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Vishal’s spine. His will to resist was slipping away, crushed under the weight of the promise in the man’s voice.

The man’s lips brushed against his ear, a final whisper that made Vishal's blood run cold. "I won’t divorce you. Not in this life. Not in any other life."

Vishal’s body froze, his breath shaky as the full weight of those words sank in. There was no escape. Not now. Not ever.

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