Meher stood in the training room, palms blistered from holding the gun too tight.
Kabir had handed it to her hours ago. No instructions. Just a look that said, Learn fast.
She did.
Each bullet that hit the target was a scream she never voiced.
Each recoil, a reminder of the power she never had.
Now, sweat clinging to her skin, she turned to him. “Is this what you wanted? A wife who can kill for you?”
Kabir leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “No. A wife who can survive me.”
She met his gaze, unblinking. “Then teach me everything.”
A pause.
“You’re serious.”
“I don’t want to be a pawn anymore, Kabir. Not your victim. Not your weapon. I want to be... dangerous.”
He stepped closer. “You already are.”
She wasn’t expecting the compliment. Or the pride in his voice.
“What changed?” he asked.
Meher looked down at her bruised palms, then back up.
“You did,” she said. “And I won’t let you be the only monster in this story.”
Kabir’s smile was small. Almost sad.
“I don’t want to tame you, Meher,” he said quietly. “I want to watch you burn.”
And in that moment, with blood on her hands and fire in her chest—
Meher realized she wasn’t falling for him.
She was becoming him.
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