Chapter 28
One moment, Anvi was in the courtyard, standing between two men who would kill for her.
The next—
Agastya had lifted her into his arms, dragging her back inside the mansion, away from Veer, away from everything.
His grip was bruising, unforgiving.
His body radiated pure rage.
And Anvi?
She fought.
Kicked. Screamed.
"Put me down, Agastya! You can’t do this!"
He ignored her.
Didn’t speak. Didn’t flinch.
Because this wasn’t about control anymore.
This was about punishment.
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The moment they reached their bedroom, Agastya kicked the door shut behind him.
Then—he threw her onto the bed.
Anvi gasped, her breath knocked out of her, her body tensed with rage and fear.
She scrambled up, ready to run.
But before she could take a step—
Agastya was already there.
Already towering over her.
Already caging her in.
His hands gripped her wrists, slamming them against the mattress, his body pressing over hers, his breath hot against her skin.
"You touched him."
His voice was low, guttural, dangerous.
Her stomach twisted.
"I was stopping you from killing him!"
His jaw ticked.
"You stood against me, Pari." His grip tightened. "You chose him."
Her breath shook.
Because this wasn’t just anger.
This wasn’t just possession.
This was pure, merciless obsession.
And she was drowning in it.
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Anvi struggled, her wrists twisting in his grip.
"Let me go, Agastya!"
His lips brushed against her jaw, slow, teasing, punishing.
"Never."
Her body betrayed her.
Her pulse betrayed her.
Because no matter how much she hated him—her breath still caught when he touched her.
And he knew it.
His grip on her waist tightened.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"You don’t get to defy me, Pari."
His lips brushed against her ear, his breath making her shiver.
"And you don’t get to touch another man."
Her chest heaved.
"You can’t control me."
His smirk was deadly.
"Watch me."
And then—
he kissed her.
Hard.
Unforgiving.
Claiming.
Like he was erasing every trace of Veer from her skin.
Like he was reminding her who she belonged to.
And Anvi?
She fought.
At first.
But then—
She stopped fighting.
Because the worst part?
She wanted him.
Even now.
Even after everything.
And that was her greatest betrayal.
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Hours later, Anvi sat by the window, staring at the dark sky, her body still trembling from the aftermath of Agastya’s wrath.
Her lips were swollen.
Her pulse was still erratic.
Her mind was a mess.
She had lost.
Completely.
Because Agastya hadn’t just punished her.
He had broken her.
And the worst part?
She didn’t know if she wanted to be fixed anymore.
But before she could fall deeper into her thoughts—
A voice shattered the silence.
"Did you enjoy it, Pari?"
Her blood ran cold.
Slowly—she turned.
And there—standing in the shadows of her room, smirking, waiting—
Was Veer.
Her stomach dropped.
Because she knew.
She knew without a doubt—
The war for her was only just beginning.
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The air turned ice cold.
Anvi’s breath caught in her throat, her body stiffening, her heart hammering in her chest.
Because there—standing in the dim light of her bedroom, smirking like he owned the world—was Veer.
His suit was crisp.
His watch gleamed under the soft glow of the lamp.
His presence dripped with arrogance.
Like he belonged here.
Like he had never left.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, her voice barely above a whisper.
"How did you get in here?"
Veer chuckled, tilting his head slightly.
"Pari, do you really think a few guards can keep me away from you?"
Her stomach twisted.
Because this wasn’t just a visit.
This was a warning.
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She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm.
"You need to leave, Veer."
His smirk deepened.
"Why? Because Hukum told you to stay away from me?"
Her pulse stilled.
Because the way he said it—mocking, knowing—
Like he had been through this before.
Like he had heard these words from her before.
And suddenly—it clicked.
"This isn’t the first time I’ve left you, is it?"
Veer’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second.
And then—he smiled.
But it wasn’t amusement anymore.
It was something darker.
"So you do remember."
Her blood ran cold.
Memories she had never questioned before came rushing back—
A faceless boy who had whispered promises of forever.
A hidden engagement she had been too young to understand.
A name her family had forced her to forget.
Veer.
She had known him before.
And then—someone had erased him from her life.
Her hands trembled.
"What happened to us?"
His smile faded.
"Agastya happened."
The world tilted.
Her stomach dropped.
Because this wasn’t just about a business rivalry.
This wasn’t just about obsession.
This was about a love that had been stolen from her.
By the man she now called her husband.
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Before she could react, before she could even process the truth—
The door burst open.
And then—
Everything exploded.
Because standing in the doorway, his gun drawn, his body vibrating with pure, unfiltered rage—was Agastya.
His eyes landed on Veer.
And then—he moved.
Faster than she had ever seen.
One second, Veer was smirking.
The next—Agastya had him by the throat, slamming him against the wall so hard the entire room shook.
Anvi gasped, scrambling out of bed, her body frozen in shock.
But Agastya?
He wasn’t just angry.
He wasn’t just possessive.
He was murderous.
"You stepped into my house." His voice was low, deadly.
"You walked into my wife’s bedroom."
His grip tightened.
"And you thought I would let you live?"
Veer choked out a laugh, unfazed.
"Isn’t that what you did last time?"
Anvi’s breath hitched.
Last time?
What the hell did that mean?
Her voice shook.
"Agastya. Let him go."
Nothing.
He didn’t hear her.
Didn’t even acknowledge her.
Because this wasn’t about her anymore.
This was about a war that had started years ago.
And now?
Now, there was only one way it would end.
With Veer dead at Agastya’s feet.
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"You stole her from me, Rathore."
Veer’s voice was raspy, sharp, unafraid.
Agastya’s grip tightened.
"She was never yours."
Veer smirked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then why did her father promise her to me first?"
The world stopped.
Anvi’s chest tightened painfully.
She turned to Agastya, her voice barely a whisper.
"Is that true?"
His jaw locked.
His fingers twitched.
And for the first time—he didn’t have an answer.
That was all she needed.
That was her answer.
A sob caught in her throat.
Her hands shook as she stepped back.
Because the truth?
She had never been free to choose.
She had never been anyone’s love.
She had always been a prize to be fought over.
And Agastya?
He wasn’t her savior.
He was just another captor.
Her eyes burned as she whispered.
"You never loved me."
Agastya stilled.
"You just wanted to win."
His grip on Veer loosened.
Because he could handle wars.
Could handle betrayals.
Could handle blood on his hands.
But her hate?
Her rejection?
That was the only thing he could never survive.
And now—she had just destroyed him.