As I gripped the pulldown bar, every muscle in my body tensed, the strain grounding me. Whenever I exercise, one thought always crosses my mind-only the strongest survive any battle. And strength isn't just about money or power; it's about your body. Physical strength is the one weapon no one can take from you. Every pull I make on this bar is a reminder to myself that weakness is not an option. Not for me.
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In the ruthless world of power, wealth, and secrets, Ahana Malhotra is caught between two dangerous menโher ambitious and cold-hearted husband, Kiyan Malhotra, and his fiercest rival, the enigmatic and unyielding Arhaan Kozllov. Ahana, the perfect socialite and Kiyan's trophy wife, has spent years masking her pain behind a flawless smile. But one fateful rainy night changes everything when her car crashes into Arhaanโs. The collision sets off a chain of events that forces her to confront not only the cracks in her marriage but also her own long-buried fears and desires. Arhaan, known for his iron will and icy demeanor, never expected to cross paths with Ahana like this. As their lives become entangled, he finds himself torn between his thirst for vengeance against Kiyan and an inexplicable need to protect the woman who symbolizes everything he despisesโand yet, everything he cannot resist. And then thereโs Kiyanโcalculating, manipulative, and determined to maintain his empire at any cost. But as he starts to lose control over Ahana and realizes Arhaanโs growing influence over her, heโll stop at nothing to keep her by his sideโeven if it means waging a war that could destroy them all. In this electrifying tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, three lives collide in a high-stakes game where hearts are weapons, trust is a luxury, and the ultimate price is more than any of them ever bargained for.
I didn't even realize when I ended up taking the wedding vows with Ihit. It was like a trance, a hazy whirlwind that kept me spinning until a sharp sensation brought me back to reality. I froze when I saw Ihit slicing his thumb. Panic surged through me as I watched his next move, his bloodied thumb painting my parting red. My breath hitched, and I stood there, paralyzed, as his actions started sinking in. My trembling fingers instinctively reached up to touch the warm streak of blood in my hairline, but before I could process anything, Ihit's towering frame loomed closer. His hand landed on my shoulder, firm yet unsettling. I opened my eyes slowly, only to find him kneeling slightly to meet my gaze. His dark, intense eyes bore into mine, holding a weight I couldn't decipher. I felt like a puppet under his control, unable to move, unable to speak. My mind was racing, trying to piece together the madness unraveling around me. At 5'2", I barely reached his chest, while he stood tall at an imposing 6'3". The difference was almost laughable, but there was no humor in this moment-only an overwhelming sense of fear and confusion. "I-Ihit, w-what did you just do?" My voice trembled as I barely managed to whisper. "What did I do?" His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're my wife. I just saved my wife's life from those thugs. Shouldn't I have done that?" His words were laced with a nonchalant arrogance, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Before I could react, he continued, his tone tinged with something almost mocking. "And as for the wedding, what kind of question is that? Why did I marry you? We were already-" "I married you again, Anahita," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine now. You're never leaving me again." Anahita. That name echoed in my head, louder than anything else. My heart sank as I realized what was happening. He was drunk. He didn't even realize who I was. He thought I was her.
How do you survive when your fairy tale collapses, when you discover that the person you believed to be your prince was, in fact, the devil himself? The man I thought was my savior, the one who would protect me, turned out to be the very monster who destroyed me. My world shattered when I learned the truth about Vivian Singhania-the truth that he wasn't a prince, he wasn't even human. He was a devil, and all I was to him was a pawn, a tool in his ruthless game. Vivian had spun his web of lies so tightly around me that I never saw it coming. Every word, every gesture-it was all to lure me in, to make me trust him, love him. And I did. Jesus, how I loved him. But no matter how deep the lies ran, the truth always finds a way to break through. And now that it has, I wish I could tear him out of my heart, rip every memory of him away from my soul. But I can't. No matter how hard I try, he's there-buried so deep that even my death wouldn't erase him. And now, I stand before him, my heart in ruins, my spirit crushed. All I want are answers. Why? Why did he do this to me? What was I to him? "Why did you do this, Vivian?!" I scream, my voice cracking as my body finally gives out, and I collapse to the ground, my knees hitting the cold, unforgiving floor. I feel my strength drain from me, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. How could he? How could the man I loved do this? Everyone in the room stares, but I don't care. Let them watch my pain. Let them see the cost of loving a devil. Tears flood my eyes, blurring everything as I sob. "You ruined everything... my family, my life. You pretended to love me... just to destroy everything I had," I say, my voice breaking as I lift my tear-streaked face to look at him. There's a bitter smile on my lips, twisted by the pain that's swallowing me whole. "You made me believe in you... you showed me a man who never even existed." Vivian crouches before me, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes, but I can't make sense of it. All I can feel is the ice creeping into my veins. His face looks so calm, so emotionless, like none of this matters to him. My tears fall faster, the salt of them stinging my lips, my face drenched in the endless flood of my grief. Then, without warning, something dark and dangerous flickers across his face, and a chill runs down my spine. His expression shifts, and I know. I know what's coming, and yet, I can't stop the fear from clawing its way through me. A cruel smile tugs at his lips. "So, you've figured it out," he says, standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets, pacing in that casual, almost mocking way of his. "Well, since the game is up, there's no point in pretending anymore, is there? Yes, Aarini. It was all a lie. Every kiss, every word-it was all just a part of my plan. Nothing more." His words slice through me like daggers, each one sharp and brutal. My heart, already in pieces, shatters completely. The last bit of hope, that tiny sliver of love I had buried deep for him, dies. My world, my life-it's all gone now. I've lost everything. I close my eyes, my voice trembling as I whisper, "You're a monster, Vivian... a heartless monster." Behind me, I hear him laugh-a dark, chilling sound that makes my blood run cold. "Exactly. That's what I am baby. Heartless, ruthless, and everything you never saw coming," he says, his voice dripping with that same cruel satisfaction. His laughter echoes in my ears, filling me with dread. My body trembles, every fiber of me screaming to run, to get away. But it's too late. I'm trapped-trapped by the man I once loved, and no matter how much I hate him now, no matter how much I want to forget... I know he'll haunt me forever. โโ โโ โโ โ โโ
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