🔞 Contains emotionally intense, dark themes
The rain fell hard that night, drowning the city in silence.
Inside the mansion, Meher couldn’t sleep. She kept hearing Kabir’s voice in her head.
“Maybe you’ve grown addicted to the taste.”
She hated him.
She hated how right he might be.
When she opened the door to his room, he was awake — sitting in the dark, whiskey in hand, eyes already on her like he’d felt her coming.
“No guards?” she asked.
He sipped slowly. “No chains either. You came on your own.”
She stepped inside, barefoot, trembling but unbroken. “I want the truth.”
“About what?”
“Why me? Why this marriage? Why ruin me when you could’ve destroyed my father another way?”
Kabir stood slowly, walking toward her with the calm of a predator.
“Because pain is loud,” he said. “But silence? Silence lasts longer. And nothing silences a man faster than watching his daughter fall.”
Meher’s hand shot out — she slapped him hard across the face.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink.
“You wanted honesty,” he said coldly. “Don’t cry when it burns.”
She stared at him, shaking. Not from fear — but from the storm inside her.
He grabbed her jaw, not roughly — just enough to remind her she was his.
“I don’t want your love, Meher. Just your submission.”
And in the lightning flash behind him…
She wondered if the real monster wasn’t him —
But what he was slowly turning her into.
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