ANAYRA : HIS UNHEALTHY ADDICTION

Vihaan's POV
The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan.

Anayra's POV
I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next.

~ DESCRIPTION ~

"Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened.

Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance.
"Never," he said, his voice low and final.

Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces.

As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered.

When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice.
"I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms.

For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured,
"And I'm obsessed with you."

He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper.
"You're mine... only mine."

No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.