"Miraan, stop it," someone said while trying to separate him from Ahaana. "No, Aarav, fuckin' leave me if you don't wanna end up in the hospital," he threatened, jerking away. "But first, stop!" Aarav yelled back at him.

Miraan left her and straightened himself. He gave her one last look, clearly warning her. "It's not over," he said and walked away. As soon as she saw his shadow disappear, a tired sigh left her lips as tears flowed down her cheeks. It would be a lie if she said the slap didn’t hurt,she fucking felt her soul rip apart from just that one slap!

She touched the place where his hand had landed, noting the cruel irony. A painful hiss escaped her. "No, Ahaana, you can’t be weak. Remember what you promised your ma?" She wiped her tears, determination hardening her heart. He couldn’t just break her like that!

On the other hand, Aarav dragged Miraan outside the basement. "The fuck, who the hell invited you?" Miraan screeched, kicking the floor harshly. "Miraan, you can’t just kidnap a girl in the morn–"

"For your kind information, I kidnapped her in the after–"

"The fuck, Miraan, are you a kid?" Aarav snapped, earning a deadly glare. "I mean seriously, you took her forcefully in front of everyone," he explained. Miraan stared at him like he was the most interesting creature in the world.

"Bro, she came by herself," Miraan protested."As if you gave her an option," Aarav rolled his eyes. Miraan did the same."Whatever the fuck. She slapped my Amara, and I’m not gonna leave her," Miraan said firmly. Arav sighed.

"Miraan, you know this is all because of your brat sis– " Arav stopped when Miraan grabbed a chair beside him, aiming it.

"I mean… it’s all because of your princess," he corrected himself with a nervous chuckle.

"What? I’m not getting it," Miraan said, confused.

"Did you even ask her the reason?" Aarav asked. Miraan shook his head. Aarav closed his eyes, clenching his fists to control himself. He calmly explained everything.

"Hope you understand. Now leave that poor girl," Veer added, not wanting an innocent girl to suffer because of Miraan.

"I will leave her– but not today," Miraan said and walked away.

The next day!

"You will marry one of my guards," he announced, expecting a dreadful reaction. She didn’t budge. He frowned inwardly but maintained his menacing expression. "Didn’t you hear me? You will marry one of my guards," he repeated. Thinking she was zoning out"Okay," came her reply.

She walked toward him, stopping at a distance. "You know what? I’m ready to be the wife of any of your guards. I’m even ready to be a sex slave of the mafia,I’ll happily satisfy them." She pointed toward a street dog lying nearby. "I’ll even lie naked for that dog. Let it do whatever it wants. Do you wanna know the reason?" she asked.To say he was shocked would be an understatement. He was dumbstruck,so was everyone present in the den.

"Because as long as I don’t have to see you, it’s fine with me. Your every touch disgusts me. Whenever you come near me, I feel like disappearing forever. Your words, your actions– everything. Miraan fucking Rathore, even your name disgusts me! So it’s better to be one of those wives or sluts than stay with you!" she screamed in his face. Every vein in his body popped as his blood boiled.

Her words.

Her words

HER FUCKING WORDS!

A loud slap echoed through the hall, followed by her sharp gasp. She clutched the place where he struck her, her body burning from the impact. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her close. "What did you say, bitch? My touch disgusts you? Then what about this?" His fingers traced her jaw. "Or this?" Her face went pale as his hand moved lower. "Look anywhere but here," he ordered his guards. They immediately looked away.

She froze in terror, her body refusing to move. His breath burned against her skin as he spoke again. "So you say my presence disgusts you, huh?" His voice was low and cruel. She wanted to scream, to fight, but no sound came. Before she could collapse, he abruptly stepped back and threw her dupatta over her chest, disheveled from the struggle.

He moved away, and she finally breathed. "Eyes here!" he commanded his guards. "As you said, I disgust you; so be ready, Ahaana Kaur. Oh sorry, soon-to-be Ahaana Miraan Rathore. You’ll warm my bed every night." He leaned close and whispered, "All the guards here will hear your moans." He said it shamelessly. She closed her eyes in disbelief and disgust.

He walked away with his guards. She watched his retreating figure before collapsing to the floor. Her body shook as she cried out, breaking completely. But no one heard her and this was only the beginning.