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Ruhan Malhotra. The name alone was enough to stir something dangerous inside you—love, hatred. Once, he had been your dream. The man who made your heart race, who turned your world into something intoxicatingly beautiful. His charm, his intensity, the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world—it was a love you never thought could be a lie. But it was. He had never loved you. It had all been a game, a twisted revenge for what your brother unknowingly did to his sister. And just when you had dared to confess your love, he had looked at you with that cruel smirk and shattered your heart with six words "How does it feel being betrayed, emerald?" Then he walked away, leaving you broken. Years passed. You rebuilt yourself, piece by piece, learning to live without him. Your family arranged your marriage to a kind, stable man. Not love, but security. You convinced yourself it was enough. But then Ruhan Malhotra walked in. Not as a guest, nor a forgotten past. But as the groom. The air in the venue turned suffocating as gasps filled the room. Your real fiancé—missing. And in his place was Ruhan, dressed in an ivory sherwani. Your world tilted as he took his place at the mandap, his fingers wrapping around your wrist like a vice. "What are you doing!?" You hissed He leaned forward "Finishing what was always meant to happen." You struggled against his hold. "Let me go!" "Not this time, Emerald." His men surrounded the hall, guns drawn, each one pointed at your family, your friends, the people you loved. The priest trembled as a gun was pressed to his temple. Ruhan’s voice was calm but the warning in his tone was lethal "Start the wedding." The ceremony began. You fought, but in vain. He was stronger, unyielding. And when he pressed sindoor into your hairline, chaining the mangalsutra around your neck, his lips brushed your ear as he whispered "You were always meant to be mine, Emerald. I'm sorry for the past, but I’ll never be sorry for making you