The wedding hall shimmered with gold and crimson, yet she sat like a lifeless doll, her eyes lowered, her hands trembling beneath bridal bangles. Chitraangda-dressed as a bride, but chained by fate. The heavy doors burst open. Abhiraj strode in, his gaze burning like fire. Without a word, he yanked at her dupatta, tearing it from her head and tossing it to the floor. Gasps echoed, but he didn't care. He seized her jaw in his iron grip, forcing her to look into his ruthless eyes. His voice dripped venom, low and merciless. "Don't expect any mercy from me, Chitraangda. I'll fu*k you so hard that you'll remember this night for the rest of your life. You'll burn in my vengeance-every breath, every tear, every scar will remind you that you're mine to destroy." Her lips quivered, her heart sank, and in that instant she knew-her wedding was not the beginning of love, but the birth of her torment. _______________________________________________________________ She was innocent-pure as dawn, untouched by deceit. But in his blinded rage, Abhiraj branded her as his culprit. And with every cruel word, every merciless touch, he tore her soul apart, piece by piece, until her laughter turned to silence and her existence to scars.