Twisted vows

Chapter 1 – The First Clash

The click of Anaya’s heels echoed against the marble floor of Malhotra Enterprises. Her first day at the city’s biggest corporate giant and she already hated it.

“Miss Sharma?” a deep voice cut through the air.

She turned—and froze. Aarav Malhotra. The man everyone whispered about. The ruthless billionaire whose stare burned like fire.

“You’re late,” he said coldly.

“By three minutes. The elevator stopped,” she shot back.

“Excuses don’t impress me,” Aarav smirked. “But you… do.”

Her jaw tightened. “I came here to work, not entertain.”

For the first time, someone spoke to him without fear. His eyes darkened, dangerous. “You’ll learn soon, Miss Sharma. In my world, everything bends to me.”

“Then maybe your world needs shaking,” she whispered.

He smiled like a predator. “You just declared war.”

And obsession was born.

Chapter 2 – The Obsession

Anaya soon realized she had caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city.

Aarav watched her everywhere—meetings, hallways, elevators. He’d summon her for the smallest reasons, his gaze lingering too long.

“You’ll be my personal assistant,” he announced one morning, leaving no room for refusal.

“That’s not in my job role,” she argued.

“Now it is,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “When I want something, I take it.”

The way he looked at her—it wasn’t admiration. It was possession.

Chapter 3 – The Trap

Anaya’s family fell into sudden financial ruin. Debts. Threats. Fear.

Aarav’s offer came like poison in a glass of wine. “Marry me, and your family will never suffer again.”

Her blood ran cold. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious. Either sign my name beside yours… or watch everything you love crumble.”

Tears burned her eyes. Hatred clawed her chest. But with her family’s future hanging by a thread, she had no choice.

She whispered the word that sealed her fate. “Yes.”

Chapter 4 – The Twisted Wedding

The wedding was grand, suffocating, gilded like a cage.

Anaya’s smile was painted on, her wrists trembling inside golden bangles. Aarav’s hand gripped hers firmly, like chains.

“From today,” he whispered in her ear, “you belong to me. Every breath. Every look. Every heartbeat.”

On their wedding night, she stood stiff, glaring at him.

“You forced me into this,” she hissed.

His eyes glinted with dangerous passion. “Yes. And now you’ll learn that being mine is both your curse… and your salvation.”

Chapter 5 – Love in Chains

Life with Aarav was suffocating. He controlled everything—where she went, what she wore, who she spoke to.

Yet at night, when he thought she was asleep, Anaya caught him sitting in the dark, staring at her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive.

One evening, after a brutal argument, his voice cracked. “Do you think I wanted this life? Do you think I can afford to let someone I love walk away from me again?”

For a second, she saw his pain. The broken boy behind the ruthless man. And it terrified her more than his control—because it made her heart soften.

Chapter 6 – War of Hearts

Their days became battles. Their nights—fire.

“Why do you fight me?” he growled once, pressing her against the wall.

“Because I refuse to love a man who chained me,” she spat, though her pulse betrayed her.

“Liar,” he whispered, brushing his lips against hers. “Your body answers me even when your mouth doesn’t.”

The kiss that followed was not gentle. It was a war. And she hated herself for surrendering, even for a moment.

Chapter 7 – The Breaking Point

Anaya tried to escape. Bags packed. Taxi waiting.

But Aarav found her. Always.

He didn’t shout. Didn’t rage. He simply stood there, broken. “Do you hate me so much that you’d leave me bleeding alone in this world again?”

Something in his voice shattered her. He dropped to his knees before her—powerless for the first time.

She knelt too, tears mixing with his. “You ruined me, Aarav.”

“And yet,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms, “you’re the only one who can save me.”

That night, their passion burned hotter than hate ever had.

Chapter 8 – Twisted Love

Theirs was not a fairy tale. It was fire and scars, chains and freedom tangled together.

Anaya no longer pretended to hate him. She couldn’t. Aarav had become her obsession, as much as she was his.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into her hair one night.

She smiled bitterly, resting against his chest. “Even if I wanted to leave… I don’t think I could.”

His grip tightened. “Good. Because even if death came for us, I’d still keep you.”

Their love wasn’t pure. It was dark, broken, obsessive.
But it was theirs.

And sometimes… twisted love is still love.

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