Alakh immediately comes to her seat holding that girl's hand. Both are comfortable sitting together, and as they look at each other, Alakh immediately says,
"Hi… I am Alakh cha… sorry, I am Alakh Vishesh Malhotra."
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She was once wrapped in silk and sunshine, a daughter born to luxury, laughter, and love. Until one night ripped her world apart. A missing father. A fallen empire. A girl who had never known hunger was now forced to fight for survival. He was a man carved from shadows powerful, feared, untouchable. His heart, a graveyard of everything he once loved. Until she stumbled into his darkness, and for the first time, he hesitated to kill. When their worlds collide again, desire turns dangerous. He wants to touch her… to keep her… to feel alive. But the moment his trembling hand grazes her skin, he freezes and to stop himself from falling, he orders her to leave. No name. No explanation. Just silence… and a door that closes on both their hearts. Because sometimes, love doesn’t heal you it burns you clean until only the truth remains.
The moment her eyes fluttered open, panic coursed through her veins. The room felt strange, unfamiliar, and suffocating. Fear clawed at her throat as she sat up in haste, her only thought to escape. With trembling legs, she rushed toward the gate, desperate for freedom. But before her fingers could even graze the handle, a powerful arm seized her, pulling her back into a prison of warmth and strength.Her terrified eyes widened as she looked up at him, her body stiffening in his embrace. Every inch of her screamed to run, yet her fragile hands pushed helplessly against his chest, her trembling betraying her fear. He, however, only held her tighter, pressing her so close that she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her frantic one. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips as he lowered his face closer to hers.“Where do you think you’re running?” His voice was deep, thick with authority, but laced with an unsettling tenderness. “Our marriage happened just yesterday.”Her eyes filled with tears, her lips quivering as she whispered, “That was forced… I don’t accept this relationship.”For a long moment, he said nothing, only gazing into her with eyes that burned like fire. His stare was heavy, suffocating, yet there was something in it that sent shivers through her, an obsession, a desperate hunger that was far more dangerous than cruelty. His large hand slid down to catch hers, pressing it firmly against his chest where his heart thudded violently.“Listen,” he said lowly, his tone a mix of threat and plea, “you can deny me, but the truth is you are my wife now.”She shook her head violently, struggling, tears streaking her cheeks. “No… let me go…”Her resistance only fueled his anger. With a swift motion, he scooped her onto his shoulder, ignoring her cries, and carried her across the room like a possession he would never part with. He dropped her onto the bed with controlled force, his body immediately pinning hers as he trapped her wrists above her head.Leaning over her, his lips brushed against her temple, lingering dangerously close. “In this life, Swara, you cannot escape me. That’s not just a promise, it’s fate. Whether you embrace our relationship with happiness or force, you’ll still end up mine…. Always mine…. Remember this.”After listening to him, she cried harder. His voice dropped to a whisper, almost reverent yet terrifyingly possessive. “Even your tears are mine. Even your fear.” His thumb brushed the corner of her lips, his gaze locked on her trembling mouth. “One day, you’ll stop running… and you’ll realize there’s no safer place than my arms.”Her breath hitched, torn between terror and the confusing pull of his intensity, while he continued to watch her as though she were the only thing keeping him alive.
There’s a victorious smile on his face, the kind that belongs to a man who has finally conquered everything he ever wanted. Drunk on his own triumph, he enters the room quietly, the sound of the door closing echoing like the seal of destiny. And there she stands before him, a bride. His prize. The proof of his victory. As his gaze lingers on her, there’s no warmth in his eyes, only possession. She doesn’t look away, but her eyes hold no sparkle, no life only tears that fall silently, betraying the storm within her. He takes slow, deliberate steps toward her, his voice sharp, laced with pride and cruelty. “You made a big mistake trying to defeat me. Look now I’ve written my name over your entire life. What will you do now?” And in that moment, under the weight of his words, she realizes her silence has become her rebellion, and his victory… might just be his greatest downfall.
The corridor smelled of rain and regret. She walked barefoot, her steps unsteady, her heartbeat louder than her breath. He stood at the end of the hallway breathing heavily, searching for her like a mad man, unaware of what had already been taken from her. He turned, their eyes met. And before truth could form words, pain spoke first through her tears. That night didn’t break them apart. It chained them together forever. DECEIT AND DESIRES Not every wound bleeds. Some remember.
His breaths were deep and uneven, pounding against her skin like waves during a storm. There was something about this moment, something he could never fully explain that always left him completely intoxicated. It wasn’t just desire; it was the way she existed so quietly, yet with such power, in his world. He loved watching her—how she struggled between surrendering and resisting, her lashes fluttering as if battling the urge to close her eyes. But he didn’t want that. Not tonight. She tried to look up at him, wanting to meet his gaze, to read his expression, but something held her back—something stronger than hesitation. That’s when he smirked, knowing exactly what was happening within her. Without warning, his lips brushed against hers—not gently, but with purpose. He captured her lower lip, sucked it lightly, then bit down just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flew open, startled, questioning. His voice, low and commanding, barely above a whisper, sent a shiver through her. “Keep looking into my eyes…” There was no space for defiance in his tone—only a quiet demand woven with need. His intense gaze held hers captive. She wanted to close her eyes, to retreat into the overwhelming sensations, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—had locked her in place. She tried to resist, but every part of her was now responding to the gravity of his presence. Her breath quickened. His smirk deepened, satisfied by the way her control was unraveling. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her body tense, aching for release, but his every move was deliberate, pushing her to the edge and holding her there. She was no longer in control. She was at his mercy. And strangely, that didn’t scare her… it set her free.
She is smiling looking at the sky while sitting there in the floodlight of the moonlit night. She loves to come and sit here often. But as soon as she realizes that he is behind her, she immediately turns her face, smiles even wider, and looks at him immediately. I am waiting for you because today again I want to tell you. I love you I love you I love you. But he still does not move even an inch from his place, not even a single word comes out from his mouth. She is very suspicious about it. She immediately asks him "Veer you still love me Nah, say it you love me" There have some tears of blood in his eyes, he starts moving backward. It is very hard for him but he disappeared into the darkness. "No veer." "Please no don't go again, don't leave me again." "I love you veer." She ran after him but he is not there. "Veer " "Veer " She is screaming very loudly but no one response to her back. "Veer no, please come back" She holds her hands tightly looks up at the sky and opens her palms with her teary vision and screams again "Blood" "Veer" "I killed you.”
She was happier than ever today, her face glowing with a rare joy. She was carefully checking all the gifts that had arrived from his home, examining each one with special attention, because she knew he must have touched every single item with his hands. As she ran her fingers over each object, it felt as if she was touching him, as if he was right there beside her. She could feel his presence in the textures, the folds of fabric, and the scent of the boxes, and that thought alone sent shivers down her spine. Sitting beside her, her younger sister watched her face closely, but instead of feeling joy, her heart was heavy with unease. The happiness on her elder sister’s face gave her no comfort at all, in fact, it unsettled her. She kept staring, unable to fake a smile. Then, suddenly, the elder sister picked up a delicate pair of anklets, slipped them onto her feet, and turned toward her younger sister with a playful smile lighting up her entire face. “How do they look?” She asked cheerfully. But the younger one didn’t look down at the anklets even for a second. Instead, she locked eyes with her sister, eyes full of pain, fear, and something deeper, and said with a firmness that cut through the air like a blade, “Don’t marry him. Please... just don’t go through with this marriage.” The elder sister, who had been lost in joy, smiling and admiring every little thing like a young bride-to-be, suddenly felt her smile vanish as if someone had wiped it off her face in an instant. Her laughter froze mid-air, and the cheer in her eyes faded. Before she could even ask why or say anything in response, her gaze shifted behind her younger sister, and there he was. Her fiancé. He stood there in silence, just a few steps away, his eyes fixed on her with a blazing intensity. Fury burned in his gaze, and his clenched jaw made it obvious that he had heard everything. The younger sister, too, realized that he was standing right behind her and immediately turned around, startled. As soon as she met his eyes, she screamed out with a voice that carried every ounce of emotion she had bottled up inside her. “I hate you…” I don’t want you to marry my sister. Not now, not ever!” Before anyone could stop her or respond, she turned and ran out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. He didn’t move. He just stood there, staring in the direction she had disappeared. His fists clenched tighter, and the fire in his eyes refused to die down even a little. It was as if her words had ignited something within him, something that was waiting to explode. And though he stood still on the outside, inside him, a storm had begun to brew, and that storm was not going to calm easily.
Her eyes are tightly clenched as he continues to pound on her. His face dropped into her neck's crook. She firmly grasps his shoulders. However, she takes great care to ensure that her nails don't graze him. He let go and put his weight on her small, skinny body. She relaxes her hold on his shoulders, and he lifts his face away from her sweaty, red-flushed crook to get a good look at her face. He sighed and looked proudly at her upper body, where his art is on display. He then kisses her lips and completely inhales her oxygen. She closes her eyes and moves her lips in response to his lead. He turned away from her and properly covered himself before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. She welcomes the sight of his back when she opens her eyes and turns to face him. She correctly covers her face and lets out a heavy sigh. Without spending any time, she quickly gathers her clothing from the floor and puts it on. She lays down on her side once again, but this time her back is on his side. There is a sizable space separating them. She attempts to go to sleep by closing her eyes, but she finds it completely difficult. THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF LOVE WINS SERIES. I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY IT.
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