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He stood by the tall window, hands clenched, a dark silhouette against the evening sky. Environment wrapped in silence, yet his thoughts raged a tempest of conflicting emotions and barely restrained intensity.
He had always been possessive, but this was something else entirely. The way she had left two years ago, as if he meant nothing to her... it haunted him. Even now, her absence echoed like a wound, pulsing with a bitterness that only festered over time. She thought she could walk away from him, erase him from her life, as if their past was nothing but dust. As if their marriage had never existed.
A cold smirk touched his lips as he reminded himself: It did exist. They had bound themselves to each other. She was his wife, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Legally, technically they were still bound.
He turned from the corner, a decision forming in his mind with the weight of inevitability. There would be no more running, no more distance. The thought of letting her go once more, to see her blend into the world as if she were never his no, that was not something he could bear. The divorce that had briefly hung over them, the papers he received couple days ago after the party were filed by her it's been a month He hadn't signed them, and finally decided to visit her.
To him, she was still his wife. The tag was there, lingering like an unspoken vow between them. And tonight, he would make sure she knew it.
As the sky darkened, he finally moved toward the door, footsteps firm with resolve. He would find her, remind her of the bond they had made whether she believed in it anymore or not. This time, he would make sure she understood what it meant to carry his name, to be his.
The loud knock at her door was unexpected, cutting through the quiet of the night. She frowned, glancing at the clock it was well past midnight.
'Who would come at this hour?'
She pulled open the door, her surprise quickly turning into shock. There he stood, his tall frame looming in the dim hallway, his gaze hard and unyielding. In his hand was a stack of familiar papers, and she knew immediately what they were. Her heart skipped a beat.
Her appearance was far from prepared for this confrontation. She wore an oversized T-shirt, barely reaching her mid-thigh, and shorts hidden beneath the fabric. She tugged at the hem, suddenly conscious of her vulnerability. Yet she raised her chin, unwilling to let him see her falter.
"Hey wifey"
His voice was calm, but his eyes held a storm. He didn't wait for an answer before stepping inside, leaving her to close the door behind him, unsure of how to respond.
"What are you doing here?"
She demanded, folding her arms across her chest.
He held up the divorce papers, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips.
"You thought this was the end?"
Her eyes dropped to the documents in his hand. She had sent them months ago, expecting... hoping that he'd sign them. But now, she understood. He hadn't.
"Why not?"
She whispered, feeling a mix of anger and dread.
"Is that so"
he replied, his voice low.
"Tell me, do you really think that a few pieces of paper can end what our Marriage?"
She opened her mouth to argue, but he took a step closer, his intensity filling the space between them. His gaze dropped, tracing the curve of her bare legs, lingering on the oversized shirt that hinted at her softness, her vulnerability. And for a moment, her breath hitched, his presence overpowering.
"You know who you are MRS MEERA VIDYUTH RATHORE"
he continued, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with a quiet, controlled fury.
"RANISA, The Queen of Rathores"
His voice softened beneath the intensity.
"And in ROYALS Divorce never happens wifey"
She clenched her jaw, fighting to keep her composure.
"You think I care?"
she replied, her voice shaking.
He let out a bitter laugh.
"Care?"
He shook his head.
"And you think not caring means cutting ties with me?"
She glanced away, hating the way his words chipped away at her resolve, the way his presence always seemed to dissolve her walls.
"Listen,"
he said, stepping even closer until he was mere inches from her,
"like it or not, we're still bound. Legally, officially you are mine and this divorce huh forget it"
Her breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in. He was still holding on to their bond, refusing to let go. The familiar pull between them felt as strong as ever, a magnetic force that she could never quite break free from. His gaze softened, his voice dropping to a murmur.
"And Jaipur needs there Ranisa back"
She swallowed, feeling the intensity of his promise, the sheer force of his determination. Her heart raced, torn between the fear of staying and the ache of leaving. And as the silence stretched, she knew that the confrontation had only just begun.
He watched her in silence for a moment, eyes sharp as they studied every flicker of emotion on her face. She could feel the weight of his presence, an unyielding intensity that made the room feel smaller, the air heavier.
"This isn't just about you and me"
He finally said, his voice cold and unrelenting. He took a deliberate step toward her, and she instinctively took a step back, feeling trapped, his words sinking into her like iron.
"You don't understand how the Rathore Empire works how it's worked for generations. Divorce isn't something that happens in our world. Not for royals"
His words echoed in the silence, his tone chillingly calm, his gaze never wavering. She felt a chill run through her spine, but she forced herself to meet his eyes.
"So, what? I'm supposed to stay in a marriage I no longer want, just because of some... tradition?, and how can I forget aren't you the one to forced to get marry?"
"Yes"
He replied bluntly, the simple word carrying the weight of centuries.
"This isn't just a marriage, You didn't marry just me. You married into a dynasty that has existed for generations. Rathores don't sever ties because of personal whims. You are my wife. That means something."
She crossed her arms, fighting the emotions that swelled within her. "
"You talk about tradition like it's a prison."
He shook his head, a faint smirk curving his lips.
"Prison or protection that's the question, isn't it? The world may have changed, but the Rathore Empire doesn't bend to trends or modern ideals. This is about legacy. And as my wife, you are a part of that legacy"
His words stung. The idea that her life, her happiness, could be reduced to a tradition she had never truly understood felt suffocating.
"So, what are you saying?"
she challenged, her voice laced with defiance.
"That I don't get a choice? Isn't it enough now I hate you get that in your stubborn head VIDYUTH RATHORE "
He let out a quiet sigh, his expression softening just enough for a glimmer of vulnerability to slip through.
"You're not just anyone"
he said, voice dropping.
"You are MY WIFE. We don't abandon each other. We don't erase each other. You and I... we're bound. That's not something you can just walk away from"
She took a step back, feeling the weight of his words settling heavily in her chest.
"And if I don't want to be a part of it?"
she whispered, feeling a mix of anger and stubbornness.
A shadow crossed his face, and his gaze grew colder.
"Then understand this: The Rathore Empire will not let you go. I will not let you go"
His voice was low, a quiet promise beneath his commanding tone.
"This is bigger than either of us. You may think you don't want me, but you need to understand there's no such thing when you're tied to me"
She felt her heart pound,
"Get out"
She whispered and yelled on his face.
"Tch tch tch wifey you should have thought before opening that door you know why I'm here?"
He whispered with intensity.
"I'm here for my Wife, Ranisa"
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Hello My Dear Readers this is your author @jiaha2001 I hope you enjoyed this chapter...
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