Chapter Four
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Rudransh Sekhawat did not shout.
He did not argue.
He walked into the Singhania mansion like a storm wrapped in silence.
Mahendra Singhania tried to maintain composure, but his hands trembled slightly as Rudransh placed the contract file on the glass table.
“You signed this deal,” Rudransh said calmly. “Now you will honor it.”
The air in the room turned heavy.
Rudransh didn’t need to threaten loudly. His presence itself was enough.
“If this engagement is delayed,” he continued, voice steady, “your company won’t survive the next quarter.”
Mahendra swallowed.
Sunita looked at her daughters helplessly.
Within minutes, the Singhanias agreed.
The engagement was fixed.
That night, Shreya locked her bedroom door.
Aadhya sat on the bed, pale.
“We’re not doing this,” Shreya whispered.
“But how?” Aadhya’s voice shook.
Shreya had always been the stronger one. The protector.
“We leave. Tonight.”
And they did.
With two backpacks. No jewelry. No phones traceable to the house.
They reached the airport before dawn.
For the first time, they felt free.
But Rudransh Sekhawat was not a man who lost control.
The moment he discovered they were missing, something dark ignited inside him.
He tracked them within hours.
By the time the sisters reached the boarding gate—
Security stepped aside.
And Rudransh stood there.
Cold.
Controlled.
Furious.
“You thought you could run?” he asked softly.
That softness was more terrifying than anger.
Within minutes, they were escorted out.
Not violently.
But firmly.
Back at the Varma mansion, preparations were done within hours.
No guests.
No celebration.
Only family and priests.
Aadhya’s hands trembled as she sat under the mandap.
Shreya tried to stay strong.
The dupattas were placed.
The rituals began.
But in the chaos—
In the rush—
The brides were mistakenly seated opposite the wrong grooms.
The dupattas overlapped.
No one noticed.
The priest completed the mantras.
Seven pheras were taken.
Mangalsutras tied.
Sindoor applied.
And destiny quietly rearranged itself.
When everything settled—
Rudra was standing beside Aadhya.
Sahil was beside Shreya.
Rudransh realized it first.
His jaw tightened.
But the rituals were done.
Sacred vows cannot be undone so easily.
Grandmother Savitri spoke firmly:
“Marriage decided by fire is decided by fate.”
Silence filled the hall.Shreya and Aadhya lifted their veli and shocked seeing their husbands.
Rudransh looked at Aadhya.
Not with cruelty.
Not with victory.
But with something unreadable.
Sahil glanced at Shreya, who was still shaking.
The sisters had tried to escape control—
But fate had rewritten the script.
And now—
They weren’t just part of a contract.
They were part of a family that played by different rules.
Sahil and Shreya First Night:
The door shut behind them.
The room was decorated beautifully — roses, candles, silk sheets.
But the atmosphere?
Ice cold.
Shreya immediately removed her heavy jewelry and threw it on the dresser.
“Where is my sister?” she demanded without even looking at him.
Sahil sighed. “She’s with Rudra. She’s safe.”
“Safe?” Shreya turned sharply. “After what your family did?”
His jaw tightened.
“Watch your words.”
“Oh, I will not,” she shot back. “You dragged us from the airport like criminals!”
“We didn’t drag you,” he snapped. “We stopped you from running into a bigger mess!”
“Don’t pretend this is protection!” Her voice trembled. “This is control!”
Silence filled the room.
Sahil ran a hand through his hair, frustration visible.
“You think I wanted this marriage like this?” he asked.
“Did you stop it?” she fired back immediately.
That hit.
He didn’t answer.
She stepped closer, anger masking fear.
“I need to see my sister.”
“Tomorrow.”
“No. Now.”
“It’s midnight.”
“I don’t care!”
Her voice cracked slightly — not with anger this time, but panic.
Sahil noticed.
That changed something.
“She’s fine,” he said more calmly. “Rudra won’t hurt her.”
“You’re very confident.”
“Because I know my brother.”
Shreya laughed bitterly. “And I know powerful men.”
The meaning was clear — her father.
Sahil’s tone softened slightly.
“You’re not in your father’s house anymore.”
She looked at him carefully.
“Good,” she said. “Because I refuse to live under another man’s control.”
Something flickered in Sahil’s eyes — respect.
“Then don’t,” he replied. “But don’t mistake me for your enemy.”
She crossed her arms. “Then prove it.”
Silence again.
After a long moment, Sahil grabbed his phone and dialed Rudra.
On speaker.
“Put Aadhya on.”
Shreya’s breathing slowed slightly.
Aadhya’s sleepy voice came through.
“I’m okay.”
That was all Shreya needed.
The call ended.
The room grew quiet.
Sahil picked up a pillow and walked toward the couch.
“I’ll sleep here,” he said.
She blinked. “You don’t have to.”
“I know,” he replied calmly. “But I want you to understand something.”
He looked at her directly.
“This marriage may have started wrong. But I’m not your jailer.”
Shreya didn’t respond.
She lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
For the first time that night—
Her anger wasn’t burning.
It was thinking.
And Sahil, on the couch, stared at the ceiling too.
Both stubborn.
Both trapped.
But neither willing to surrender.
Rudransh and Aadhya -First Night
The room was dimly lit.
Heavy curtains. Gold lamps. Silence thick as smoke.
Aadhya stood near the edge of the room, still in her bridal attire. Her hands trembled slightly, though she tried to hide it.
The door clicked shut behind Rudransh.
He didn’t rush.
He didn’t smile.
He walked toward her slowly, each step deliberate.
“You tried to run,” he said calmly.
She swallowed. “I didn’t want this.”
His eyes darkened.
“You are my wife now.”
He stopped in front of her. Close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence.
His fingers brushed her waist — firm, possessive — not gentle.
She stiffened immediately.
“You need to understand something,” he said quietly. “This is not a game. A wife fulfills her duties.”
Fear flashed in her eyes.
“I… I need some time,” she whispered.
For a second, something unreadable crossed his face.
Then he stepped back.
“I will tell you the rules tomorrow,” he said coldly. “Now sleep.”
Relief mixed with dread inside her.
She quickly moved toward the sofa in the corner of the room.
Before she could sit—
His hand caught her wrist.
She gasped softly as he pulled her toward the bed.
“We are husband and wife,” he said, voice firm. “We sleep on the same bed.”
He released her and lay down on one side.
She stayed stiff beside him, leaving as much distance as possible between them.
Her eyes remained open.
His closed within minutes.
For the first time in years—
Rudransh slept peacefully.
But Aadhya did not.
She stared at the ceiling, realizing something terrifying.
This man wasn’t impulsive.
He was controlled.
And controlled men were the hardest to fight.
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