Chapter 30
A Caged Wife, A Broken King, and the War That Would Never End
The room felt too small.
The air was thick with something dangerous, something unspoken.
Anvi’s breath shook as she stared at the locked door, her heart slamming against her ribs, her body still trapped between Agastya and the cold, unyielding wall.
She had fought.
She had begged.
She had tried to escape.
And yet—she was still here.
Because Agastya didn’t lose.
And now?
Now, she was about to learn exactly what that meant.
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Agastya’s grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, his breath warm against her skin.
His lips brushed against her temple, soft, deceptive.
"You made the wrong choice, Pari."
Her stomach twisted painfully.
"This isn’t a choice, Agastya."
His smirk was slow, dark.
"Exactly."
Then—he lifted her into his arms.
She gasped, her hands pushing against his chest, struggling.
"Agastya! Let me go!"
But he didn’t listen.
Didn’t pause.
Didn’t hesitate.
Because he had already decided.
And now?
She belonged to him.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
Forever.
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?? A Wife Who Refused to Surrender
She fought him.
Her fists pounded against his chest, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"I hate you! You can’t keep me like this!"
His jaw clenched.
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even react.
Instead—he threw her onto the massive bed, his body hovering over hers, his hands trapping her wrists above her head.
Her breath hitched.
His eyes burned into hers, dark, unrelenting.
And then—he whispered the words that made her world crumble.
"You don’t have to love me, Pari."
His grip tightened, his voice softer, crueler.
"But you will never leave me."
Her chest heaved.
Her pulse stuttered.
Because she knew.
She knew.
This wasn’t just a battle.
This was a war.
And she had already lost.
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?? A Storm Waiting to Destroy Them Both
She turned her face away, her body trembling, her hands curling into fists.
She wouldn’t beg.
She wouldn’t give in.
Not this time.
Not ever.
But Agastya?
He wasn’t asking for surrender.
He was taking it.
His lips brushed against her jaw, her throat, teasing, punishing.
"You can fight me, Pari." His voice was low, almost amused. "But you’ll always end up here. In my arms. In my bed."
His fingers traced the curve of her waist, slow, deliberate.
"Because you belong to me."
Her breath shook.
Her body betrayed her.
Because despite everything—
Despite the anger.
Despite the hate.
Despite the rage in her heart—
She still felt him.
Still burned for him.
And he knew it.
He always knew it.
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She snapped.
"This isn’t love, Agastya! This is obsession!"
His lips curled into a smirk.
"And?"
Her stomach dropped.
"You don’t care, do you?" Her voice was a whisper, breaking.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, barely touching.
"I only care that you’re mine."
And then—he kissed her.
Hard.
Desperate.
Unforgiving.
Like he was reminding her that no matter how much she ran, no matter how much she hated him—
He would always catch her.
Always bring her back.
And the worst part?
She let him.
Because no matter how much she hated him—
She was already ruined.
And Agastya Singh Rathore was the only man who would ever be able to put her back together.
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The air was suffocating.
Agastya’s breath fanned over Anvi’s lips, his grip still firm on her wrists, his body pressing her deeper into the silk sheets.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Because she knew.
She knew this wasn’t just anger.
This wasn’t just possession.
This was punishment.
For defying him.
For trying to escape.
For choosing Veer.
His Pari had betrayed him.
And now?
She was about to learn why no one survived betraying Hukum.
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"Let me go, Agastya." Her voice was hoarse, trembling.
His lips curled.
"Not until you learn."
Her stomach twisted painfully.
"Learn what? That you’re a monster?"
His grip tightened.
"No, jaan." His voice dropped to a whisper, cruel, unshakable. "That you belong to this monster."
Her breath hitched.
Because the truth?
She already knew.
She had known the moment she met him.
That Agastya Singh Rathore would never let her go.
That she would never be free.
Not in this life.
Not in the next.
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But she wasn’t done fighting.
Not yet.
"You think caging me will make me yours?" Her voice was sharp, cutting, desperate.
"I will never love you, Agastya."
His jaw clenched.
But he didn’t flinch.
Didn’t react.
Instead—he smirked.
Dark. Dangerous. Unforgiving.
"Who said anything about love?"
Her stomach dropped.
Because this wasn’t love.
This was obsession.
A sickness.
A madness.
And now?
Now, she was trapped inside it.
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She didn’t know how long she lay there, his presence suffocating her, his hands tracing every inch of her skin as if he was memorizing what already belonged to him.
But then—everything changed.
Because suddenly—
The door burst open.
And the last person she expected to see—
stood there, waiting.
"Anvi. Come with me."
Her blood ran cold.
Because standing there, gun in hand, eyes filled with determination—
Was Jai.
Agastya’s own cousin.
His own blood.
Her breath caught.
Because suddenly—this wasn’t just a marriage.
This wasn’t just a war between two men.
This was a betrayal from the inside.
And the cost?
Would be paid in blood.