"Why you accepted a widow woman like me as your wife"
She said with painful tears and holding his collor tightly in pain, he just stare at her who is adorned in a beautiful red lahenga in which he always wanted to see her. He softly kiss her neck ma...
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"Ye kya hai y/n"
(What's this y/n)
Aamish gazed at y/n, puzzled, as she sat on the ornate bed in a stunning red saree. She looked so breathtaking that any man would be compelled to kneel before her. Aamish approached her slowly, feeling a rush of heat inside him as she smiled at him, drawing him closer. She stood up from the bed and made her way to the table
Y/n uncorked the wine bottle and suddenly felt his embrace from behind, causing her eyes to darken. He pressed his face against her neck, his eyes closed. The sensation of his touch made her body feel like it was on fire, igniting a desire to seek revenge. However, she knew that simply burying him alive would be too easy. Instead, she decided to add a special liquid to the wine, one that would induce hallucinations. Carefully, she poured the wine into a glass and turned around, a smirk playing on her lips. She handed him the glass, watching as he drank it with a smirk of his own, drawing him closer to her. His touch on her waist made her feel disgusted, but she managed to maintain control
"Kya irada hai biwi"
(What's your intentions wifey)
Aamish sipped on his wine, gently caressing her cheek as she looked at him with a forced smile, feeling a sense of deception as she drew closer to him. Pouring him another glass of wine, she captivated him with her beauty and smile, causing him to smile genuinely in return, feeling overjoyed that she was finally accepting him, letting go of all reservations. He was prepared to leave behind all negativity to embark on a beautiful life with her, unable to conceal the fact that he had fallen deeply in love with her and cared for her deeply. Despite losing the deal, she was the only one who didn't mock him, making him feel incredibly fortunate to have her by his side
"Tumhe baccha chahiye na.. Tumhe baccha dena ka irada hai"
(You want a baby right, my intentions are to give you a baby)
He was taken aback by her words, embracing her tightly as a wave of joy washed over him. She stood frozen, feeling as though she was being struck with a belt whenever he touched her - his touch was excruciatingly painful for her. Aamish began to feel lightheaded as the medicine started to take effect. Y/N released the hug and gazed at him, noticing his smile slowly fading as his eyes began to close. She gently pushed him onto the bed, causing him to gaze at her with a smile, believing she was drawing closer to him - but it was merely a figment of his imagination. Suddenly, he collapsed, leaving her staring at him with a blank expression
After a while, y/n summoned her assistant and instructed him to undress aamish and then cover him with a blanket before leaving the room. She proceeded to open the door to of her own reserved room, where she caught a glimpse of herselve in the mirror and were overcome with a sense of revulsion towards her own reflection. Collapsing onto the knees, she began to cry uncontrollably, clutching their knees tightly. There was no one to confide in or share her pain with. She is alone in this world, battling against the person she got married with
