𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

The sharp crack echoing through the ruined mandap as her palm struck his cheek. Her hand stung, but her eyes burned hotter. "I will make you beg for a divorce, Mr. Rathore," Ishani hissed, her chest heaving beneath her crimson bridal lehenga. Rudransh didn't even flinch. He slowly turned his face back to her, his jaw clenching as a dark, terrifyingly obsessed smile touched his lips. He liked her claws. He wanted them dug into his skin forever. "You came back for what you wanted, Firefly But I came for you," he whispered, his eyes dark with a manic, possessive hunger that told her she was never getting away. "And yet, here you are... Mrs. Ishani Rudransh Singh Rathore." Before she could breathe, he hoisted her up into a brutal bridal carry, completely indifferent to her hatred; she returned to reclaim what was hers, but trapped in this forced marriage, ⚠️ 18+ WARNING: DARK ROMANCE ⚠️ This story contains extreme possessiveness, non-consensual dynamics, intense psychological manipulation, violence, past trauma , and highly explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.