Chapter 6
627 Words
The air was thick, suffocating, and heavy with his cologne — sharp, masculine, intoxicating.
His hand was still gripping my jaw, tilting my face up, forcing my lips to his. I shoved at his chest, twisting, struggling, but Rivan didn’t move an inch. His kiss was rough, possessive, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs.
Suddenly
“Wow… didn’t know I was walking into a live screening of your obsession, brother.”
I froze.
Rivan stiffened.
We both turned.
Leaning casually against the doorframe was a man with the same razor-sharp jawline, but softer arrogance Aryan Shah, Rivan’s younger brother.
He smirked lazily, hands shoved deep into his black trousers, the glint in his eyes telling me he was trouble carved in perfection.
Aryan (mocking):
“Rivan Shah, the ruthless king of industries… reduced to a lovesick psycho? Now, that’s a headline.”
Rivan’s jaw flexed, his grip tightening on my wrist until it burned.
Rivan (dark, cold):
“Get out.”
Aryan (shrugging):
“Just saying hi to my future sister-in-law.”
(His eyes met mine, deliberate, lingering like a silent threat.)
My breath hitched. Future sister-in-law?
Before I could react, Rivan turned to me, his gaze like steel, voice dripping venom.
Rivan:
“Tomorrow. 10 a.m. sharp. We’re getting married, Kiara.”
The words didn’t make sense. My ears rang, my vision blurred, my body went numb.
Kiara (shouting, panicked):
“What the hell are you talking about?! I’m not marrying you!”
He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole.
Rivan (leaning to my ear, whispering, deadly calm):
“Don’t even think about running, sweetheart. You try, I’ll burn this entire city to the ground… starting with everyone you love.”
My stomach dropped. My pulse hammered. I wanted to scream, to slap him, to claw my way out but the terrifying part was… I believed him.
Kiara (choking, furious):
“You’re a monster.”
Rivan (smirking, brushing his thumb across my cheek):
“And monsters always get what they want.”
He glanced at Aryan, his voice clipped.
Rivan:
“Let’s go.”
Without another word, they both walked out Rivan’s dominance trailing like smoke, Aryan’s smirk still carved into his face like a silent promise.
Hours Later
The grand suite was silent, except for the violent pounding of my heart.
Then the door creaked open. Two women in black suits stepped in tall, sharp, intimidating, radiating power. Rivan’s female bodyguards.
They stood on either side of the door, silent, statuesque.
Kiara (snapping, voice breaking):
“What the f**k?! Get out! I want privacy!”
Neither of them moved. Neither blinked.
Kiara (yelling louder):
“Didn’t you hear me?! GET. OUT.”
Still, silence.
I felt my throat burn as tears welled, but I bit them back, refusing to let them see me break. My body trembled, my chest tight, the walls closing in.
Finally, one of them spoke, her voice eerily calm:
Bodyguard 1:
“Please, ma’am. You should sleep. Tomorrow is your wedding.”
My head snapped up, fury replacing fear.
Kiara (spitting out the words):
“Wedding? To that psychopath? Over my dead body.”
The second bodyguard shifted, her expression blank, her voice like ice.
Bodyguard 2:
“Then we’ll prepare your funeral instead.”
My breath hitched.
For the first time, the tears spilled hot, unstoppable, humiliating.
I turned away, collapsing onto the velvet couch, curling into myself as sobs shook my body.
“I can’t do this. I can’t marry him. I need… I need to get out. I need to destroy him.”
But the more I thought about it, the more one thing became crystal clear Rivan wasn’t just playing a game.
He was building a cage.
And I was the bird trapped inside.
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