You will marry one of my guards," he announced, expecting a dreadful reaction from her, but she didn't budge. He frowned inwardly but maintained the same menacing face. "Didn't you hear me? You will marry one of my guards," he repeated, thinking she might be zoning out. But to his surprise."Ok," came her reply.

She walked towards him, standing there maintaining distance. "You know what, I'm ready to be a wife of any of your guards, or even I'm ready to be a sex slave of the mafia. I will happily satisfy them," she pointed towards the street dog, which was lying on the street. "I'm even happy to lie down naked for that dog. Let the dog do what it wants. Do you want to know the reason?" she asked him. Not gonna lie, but her words shocking him would be an understatement. He was dumbstruck by her words– not only him, the whole den!

"Because as far as I am concerned, I don't have to see you; you don't matter to me. Your every touch disgusts me. Whenever you come close to me, I feel like going under the world and never coming back. Your every word and action, everything. Miraan fucking Rathore, the name itself disgusts me! So it's better to be one of those wives or sluts instead of staying with you," she screamed at his face. Every vein in his muscles popped as every fucking blood cell boiled.

Her words.

Her words.

HER FUCKIN WORDS

A loud slap echoed through the hall, followed by her sharp gasp. She put her hand on the spot where he slapped her, her whole body heating from that one slap. Hundreds of butterflies flew in her mind. He roughly held her hair in his fist and pulled her closer. "What did you say, bitch? My touch disgusts you. So what about this?" His other hand traced her face to her jaw. "Or this," he smirked, looking at her face, which was turning pale as his fingers reached her cleavage. "Fucking look anywhere but here,"he ordered his guards, whose eyes were stuck on them. They all looked in random directions, but not there.

His hand groped her clothed breasts as she gasped in pure terror. She became petrified on her spot. "So you told me my voice disgusts you, huh?" His hot breath fanned her face as he was so close they breathed the same air. He sucked her earlobes while his hand squeezed her breasts. His hand on her hair traveled down to her sex and pressed there. She became petrified on her spot. She wanted badly to smack him and scream in his face, but no sound came, and before she could faint, he moved away from her and threw her dupatta on her chest, showing a small amount of cleavage due to her struggle!

Soon, he moved away from her, and she let out a breath of relief. "Eyes on here!" he ordered his guards. "As you said, I disgust you, so be ready, Ahaana Kaur. Ohh, I'm sorry, soon-to-be Ahaana Miraan Rathore. Now you will warm my bed every night," he took a step close to her and whispered in her ear. "All the guards present here will hear your moans," he shamelessly uttered as she closed her eyes in disbelief and disgust.

He walked away with his guards. She looked at the retreating figure of his as she closed her eyes, letting the tears flow. She collapsed on the bare floor, breaking down. She screamed hard. Violently. But alas, no one heard her, and it was going to be like this– and it was just the start for her!