— “In his world, marriage isn’t a ceremony. It’s a claim.”

🔥 Author’s POV

In most love stories, weddings are about flowers, music, and laughter.

In his world...

A wedding is a declaration of possession.

A vow... written in blood, bound by obsession.

📍 Scene: Sirajpur’s Royal Haveli — Wedding Preparations

The haveli was nothing less than a fortress. Chandeliers, fresh marigolds, and velvet drapes...

Yet the tension in the air wasn’t because of the rituals.

It was because Avantika was marrying the devil in a king’s disguise.

Avantika (muttering to herself):

"Yeh sab kya ho raha hai... main kaise yahan tak aa gayi... Kis duniya mein phas gayi hoon main?"

Her eyes caught her reflection. Red lehenga. Heavy jewellery. But the fire in her eyes refused to dull.

"No... main kisi ki property nahi hoon... chahe vo Sagar hi kyun na ho."

📍 Scene Shift: Sagar’s POV — Baraat Entry

Sagar walked in like a king walking to war.

Black sherwani with blood-red embroidery. Sunglasses on. Jaw sharp. Confidence lethal.

Men moved aside. Women whispered. The air bowed.

"Aaj ke baad... Avantika Samar... tum sirf tum nahi... tum meri ho."

⚡ Wedding Mandap — Power Play Begins:

As the rituals began, the priest’s chants were drowned by the heavy silence between them.

Sagar (leans close, whispering dark):

"Dekh rahi ho na... poori duniya ke saamne... tum pe haq le raha hoon."

Avantika (gritting teeth):

"Tum samajhte kya ho apne aap ko? Shaadi koi deal nahi hoti Sagar!"

Sagar (smirk widening):

"Galat. Tumhare liye shaadi mohabbat hai... mere liye haq ka certificate."

⚡ Phere Start — Dialogue Duel While Circling Fire:

1st Phera —

Sagar: “Tujhe protect karna mera farz hai.”

Avantika (mutters): “Aur meri azaadi ka kya?”

4th Phera —

Sagar (grins): “Teri zindagi ke faisle ab mere hote hai.”

Avantika (hisses): “Sapne dekhna band karo, Mr. Mafia King.”

7th Phera —

Sagar (pulls her slightly closer): “Ab poora haq hai tumpe... har tareeke se.”

Avantika’s heartbeat? Not okay. Completely not okay.

📍 Sindoor + Mangalsutra Scene — Mafia Claim in Full Power:

As Sagar applied sindoor, his fingers brushed her forehead longer than necessary. His touch was heavy. Possessive.

When he tied the mangalsutra, his lips ghosted near her ear.

Sagar (whispers, voice deep as sin):

"Ab koi fark nahi padta tum kya chahti ho. Ab tum meri ho... legally... emotionally... aur raat ke baad... physically bhi."

Avantika’s breath hitched. "Tu sambhal apne aapko, Avantika... tu hilne nahi degi apne resolve ko..."

Her body? Betraying.

Her mind? Screaming.

Her heart? Confused.

📍 Scene Cut — Wedding Night Setup (18+ Tension Build, No Fade Yet)

The bedroom was bathed in warm golden light. Roses scattered. Candles flickered.

Avantika stood at the door, fists clenched. Sagar walked in — locked the door with a soft, chilling click.

Sagar (steps closer):

"Tumhare sare rituals poore hue... ab ek adhura hai."

Avantika (backs away slightly):

"Mujhse door raho Sagar..."

Sagar (dark chuckle):

"Tumhe lagta hai main tumhe chhod dunga? Jab ki tum meri biwi ho... meri possessiveness ka contract ho... meri obsession ka certificate ho..."

He stalked forward — slow, deliberate.

Fingers grazed her chin. His thumb traced her jaw. His other hand trapped her waist.

Sagar (husky, dangerous):

"Darte toh dono hai na... tum bhi... main bhi... farq sirf itna hai... main accept kar chuka hoon... tum meri ho."

⚡ Tension Peak — Cliffhanger:

As his lips brushed her ear — voice low enough to melt steel —

"Aaj raat... tum sirf Avantika nahi... tum Avantika Sagar Prabhakar ho."

Cut.

💎 Ending Narration:

“Some weddings are made in heaven.

Some... are signed in blood, claimed in fire, and sealed between obsession and surrender.”