"When hate pretends to be anger… but it’s really fear of wanting too much."

🎭 Avantika’s POV

The morning light felt like a betrayal.

A reminder. A witness. Of everything she never planned... but everything her body couldn’t deny.

She shifted, pulling the soft silk sheets tighter against her skin. Her breath trembled. Not from cold. Not even from fear.

But confusion. Guilt. Betrayal. And something far more dangerous... desire tangled with rage.

Her eyes darted sideways — and there he was.

Sagar Nalini Prabhakar.

The devil who tricked her into this marriage. The man whose world was carved from bullets, blood, and power. The same man who kissed her like she was his last breath... and touched her like she was made to break in his hands.

⚡ Scene — His Possessiveness Doesn’t Sleep:

Even in sleep, his arm was slung lazily around her waist — fingers resting just below her navel. A hold that said:

“Mine.”

Her breath hitched. She tried to move — but the moment she shifted...

His grip tightened.

Sagar (half-asleep, rough voice against her ear):

"Kaha ja rahi ho, meri jaan...?"

Avantika (snapping, pushing his arm):

"Apna haath hatao mujhse, Sagar! Tumhe koi haq nahi hai mujhpar!"

Sagar (lazy smirk, eyes still closed):

"Haq toh kal raat mil gaya... aur tumne khud diya."

💥 Avantika — Rage Ignites:

Her face burned — but with anger more than embarrassment. She yanked the sheet tighter around her and sat up, glaring at him.

Avantika (spitting fire):

"Tum jaise aadmi sirf chhal kar sakte ho. Shaadi ka naam lekar... apne obsession ko naam de diya tumne!"

Sagar (opens eyes, gaze sharp as a blade):

"Agar obsession hai... toh haan, hai. Tumhe paane ka, tumhe todne ka nahi. Tumhe apna banane ka."

He sat up too — the sheet slipping slightly from his torso, revealing inked skin, old scars, and muscles coiled like danger dressed in silk.

"Aur tum sochti ho ki tumhari nafrat mujhe rok legi? Avantika... tum samjhti nahi ho... main jo chahta hoon, le leta hoon. Aur tum... meri sabse khoobsurat jeet ho."

🔥 Tension Thickens:

Avantika:

"Tumhare jaisi jeet... kisi haar se kam nahi hai."

Her voice cracked. She hated that. Hated the way her body still remembered his touch. The way her lips still tingled from his kisses.

Her heart wasn’t supposed to betray her like this.

💣 Knock. BANG. Mafia Doesn’t Wait:

BANG. BANG.

Bodyguard:

"Boss! Urgent hai!"

Sagar’s jaw tensed. The switch flipped — from obsessed lover to mafia king.

He stood — broad, commanding, dangerous. He pulled a shirt over his shoulders but didn’t bother buttoning it fully.

Sagar (firm but softer to her):

"Yahan raho. Darwaza mat kholo. Kuch bhi ho jaye, is kamre ke bahar mat aana."

Avantika (snaps):

"Tum mujhe hukm dena band karo, Sagar!"

He paused. Turned. Walked back to her. Fingers gripped her chin — firm but not painful.

Sagar (voice dipped low):

"Main tumhe hukm deta hoon... kyunki duniya tumse nahi, tumse judkar mujhe maarna chahti hai. Tum nahi jaanti... par is duniya mein tum sirf meri hone ki wajah se zinda ho."

Her breath caught. She hated that a tiny part of her... almost believed it.

⚔️ Cut Scene — Mafia War Brewing:

Downstairs — a black SUV screeched to a halt.

A man stepped out. Black suit. Black sunglasses. A devil’s smile curling his lips.

Veer Malhotra.

His fingers traced a silver pendant in his palm. Inside — a photo. Torn. Old. But clear.

A girl.

A face identical to Avantika.

"Kismat bhi kya khel khelti hai... pehle tu mujhse chhin gayi... aur ab... kisi aur ki biwi ban gayi hai."

"Par dekhna... ya toh tu wapas meri hogi... ya main tum dono ka khatam dekhunga."

🧨 Back Inside — Avantika Spots Him:

Avantika wandered toward the window, needing air — needing something to drown the chaos inside her.

And there... in the driveway... she saw him.

A man she’d never met. But his eyes...

His eyes stared at her like he knew her soul. Like he owned a piece of it.

Her heart skipped.

"Woh kaun hai... aur woh mujhe is tarah kyun dekh raha hai...?"

A cold shiver climbed her spine.

Somewhere... fate shifted. And war began.