"Some cages are made of gold... some of obsession."

🎭 Avantika’s POV

The door shut behind him with a heavy finality.

Her heartbeat? Now loud enough to drown the world.

Roses scattered across silk bedsheets. Candlelight painted the room in shadows and gold. And right in front of her... stood the man who was now her husband.

By trick. By force. By fate.

"This isn’t a marriage... this is a deal sealed in my helplessness."

Her fingers curled around her lehenga’s edge as she backed a step.

But he matched it. Forward. Slow. Deliberate.

Sagar (voice like velvet, laced with steel):

"Itni door bhaag kar kya milega, Avantika? Ab toh tum meri ho... haq se."

Avantika (gritted teeth):

"Tumne mujhe phansaya hai, Sagar. Tum jaante the... tum jaante the main iss shaadi ke asli matlab se anjaan thi."

His gaze softened. Just for a second. Just enough to make her chest ache.

"Haan... jaanta tha. Aur phir bhi... tumhe chaha. Tumse kabhi door nahi ja sakta tha."

💎 Sagar’s POV

God, she was beautiful.

Fierce. Shaking. But her chin lifted in defiance even as her lips trembled.

"Aurat mein kitna hosla ho sakta hai... yeh mujhe tumne dikhaya hai, Avantika."

His fingers itched to touch her. Not just as a man touches a woman... but as a man desperate to feel something real in his dark, blood-stained world.

⚡ Push. Pull. Magnetic Chaos.

He reached. She stepped back.

But the wall caught her. And so did his arms.

His hands bracketed the wall near her face, trapping her in a cage of muscle, heat, and something far more dangerous — desire tangled in obsession.

Sagar (voice low, a whisper against her temple):

"Darte toh tum bhi ho... par nafrat aur darr ke beech... kahin kuch aur bhi hai."

💔 Avantika’s POV — Inner Conflict:

Her breath hitched.

"Don’t melt, Avantika. Don’t you dare."

But her skin betrayed her.

His proximity burned. His cologne — a sinful mix of spice and danger — wrapped around her senses.

"He tricked me. He trapped me. And yet... why does my heart refuse to hate him completely?"

💣 Tension Peaks:

Sagar (his thumb brushing her jaw):

"Tum sirf kaagaz pe meri nahi bani... aaj raat ke baad... tum meri ho... har tareeke se."

Her hands pressed to his chest — not pushing — but not pulling him closer either.

His forehead rested against hers. Breath mingling. Fingers trailing down her arms, slow, teasing, barely there — but enough to send shivers exploding in her veins.

💎 A Moment of Unmasked Love:

Suddenly... his hands softened.

Sagar pulled back half an inch — enough for her to see it.

The cracks in his armor. The boy beneath the mafia king. The man who, despite the darkness, wanted someone to call home.

Sagar (voice raw, almost breaking):

"Tum nahi samjhogi Avantika... kya hota hai kisi ke liye pagal hona... tumhe khone ka darr... mujhe barbaad kar deta hai."

💥 And then — Crash. Desire Wins.

His lips crashed onto hers. Desperate. Claiming. Rough at first — the kiss of a man who doesn’t know how to love gently.

She gasped. He used it — deepening, taking, tasting like a starving man.

Her hands pushed... but her mouth kissed back before her mind could scream no.

His fingers tangled in her hair. Her dupatta slipped — neither noticed.

⚡ Against the Wall — Sensation Riot:

His lips trailed down her jaw, to her neck — teeth grazing, tongue soothing, hands roaming her waist, mapping every curve like it was sacred territory.

Her nails scraped his back. A growl vibrated in his chest.

"Avantika... tum meri ho... tum sirf meri ho... samjhi?"

She gasped — "Sagar... stop... I—"

But the whisper turned breathless when his hands slid to her back, undoing the hooks of her blouse — slowly, giving her time... but not a choice.

💔 Her Mind Screams. Her Body Betrays. Her Heart? Torn.

"I should hate him. I should run. But why... why does this feel like drowning in fire... and yet not wanting to breathe?"

💎 Final Scene — Wattpad Fade Level:

Sagar lifted her — like she weighed nothing. Her back hit the mattress.

He hovered above — eyes dark, full of danger, full of devotion, full of something that felt terrifyingly close to love.

His lips ghosted over hers.

Sagar (bare whisper):

"Aaj raat... tum sirf Avantika nahi... tum Avantika Sagar Prabhakar ho... meri rani... meri obsession... meri jaan."

→ The candles flicker.

→ The screen fades to black.

→ Only whispered names, and a war between hate, love, and surrender echo in the silence.