Marriage happened.
No love.
No smiles.
Just a signature… and a life sealed.
That night—
Aarya stood near the window, trying not to cry.
Behind her, she felt him enter.
Rivan.
"You can hate me," he said.
She turned sharply.
"I already do."
He walked closer.
"Good."
He stopped right in front of her.
"Because if you start loving me…"
his voice dropped slightly—
"you won't survive it."