Kabir’s mansion wasn’t a home—it was a fortress.
The marble floors echoed with silence, and the chandeliers glittered like a mockery of light. Meher stood at the entrance of her new room—massive, ornate, cold. Just like him.
Her suitcase had already been unpacked. Her bridal lehenga hung in the closet beside expensive silks she never chose. Her identity was being erased piece by piece.
She paced like a trapped bird until the door creaked open.
Kabir entered, his black kurta clinging to his broad frame, eyes scanning her like a possession.
“No guards tonight,” he said flatly, locking the door behind him.
Meher’s heart pounded. “What do you want?”
Kabir stepped closer. “You’re my wife now. You’ll learn what that means.”
She backed away, spine hitting the cold wall. “Don’t touch me.”
He stopped inches away, gaze unreadable. “Touching you isn’t the plan tonight. Breaking you? That comes later.”
Meher’s breath hitched. But then, something in her snapped.
“You think fear will win you loyalty? You’re not a husband, Kabir. You’re a monster.”
His jaw clenched. For a moment, rage flared in his eyes. Then... a smirk.
“I don’t want loyalty, jaan. I want obedience.”
He turned and walked out, leaving her with nothing but silence and the weight of his words.
The cage was beautiful.
But it was still a cage.
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