think of

t the phase where she would beg her father to meet Mukund or at least try to get to know him. Her eyes caught the glimpse of a square shaped, dark blue invi

s were focused on her phone. She checked her phone several times already. Mukund didn’t leave a text. On the other hand, her distant relatives—

f Chaitanya Prakash—the mega-industrialist. They owned several renowned brands all over the country. The fortune Yuvraaj brought along was enough to blind a person. If he wasn’t thro

he was judgmental, vindictive, egocentric, spoiled, stubborn, stingy, arrogant, predatory, and so on and so forth, but only because he was marrying her out o

aaj charisma. Which was why she was still trapped with him. Anahita could forget her name, her age, her parents or anything dearest to her,

nd giving him the access to trouble her for the lifetime. Her parents adored him, and Yuvraaj took advantage of it. He bossed her everywhe

d never

his slave.’ She d

lankly. Her mother scowled at her, standing over her. “Why are you c

led her eyes and tried to get the phone, but her mother held

” She gave emphasis on ‘your’ and continued, “Come on, show some

hose my groom without my choice. What’s an invite? Pick whatever you li

ukund. It was her nemesis. She didn’t think twice before cutting the call. By the time she was in her room, her phone had thundered wi

cked open the chat box only to regret it. Hi

me a snap of what you’ve selected. I can’t risk

3’ She was tempted to add a few slangs, but she knew better. Even then, to balm her hurt prestige, she suffixed the text with

he rest of your life for wishing for my death. Trust me, mou, it

ng about her miserable condition, but she knotted her desire and threw it in

d another text from him. Hurt and slightly disappointed, she tex

s me satisfaction. If y

bed. Eyes staring at the wall vacantly, she felt tears blurring her gaze

in front of her eyes, and she found he

f books, a three-seating sofa, a set of wooden chairs, and a glass table installed before the sofa cramped the room.

hter sternly. Anahita stomped her foot, whining. “But why? How can you determine

can you determine that Yuvraaj isn’t a good h

you do. Don’t forget you promised me to him when I was just a baby. I

y do? You don’t even give him a second glance.

isapprovingly, and threw a fit. “I won’t marry

always tried to warm up to her, and she acted ignorant like the pampered princess she was. She refused to play with him, fought with him, and when he retaliated, she took t

is throat. “Okay, how about this? You guys go and spend some t

the floor. She would never go anywhere alone with Yuvr

opening his favorite novel. Anahita waited for him to acknowledge h