As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Ragini’s legs gave out.

She collapsed onto the cold marble floor, her trembling fingers clutching at her dupatta, as if that flimsy piece of cloth could shield her from the storm raging inside her.

Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, one after another, like an unstoppable downpour. Her sobs came in silent, painful gasps, her chest rising and falling erratically as the weight of everything crashed over her.

Her fingers hesitated before reaching up to touch the burning mark on her neck. The skin was tender, raw, a physical imprint of his possessiveness.

She flinched at the sting.

Not just the sting of the bite—but the sting of realization.

He had marked her. Branded her as his.

And she had let him.

Ragini shook her head violently, fresh tears sliding down her face.

"Why are you doing this, Thakur Sahab…?" she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions.

The question wasn’t just for him—it was for herself too.

Why was he tormenting her?

Why was her heart betraying her?

She curled into herself, pressing her forehead against her knees, her body racked with silent sobs.

Because no matter how much she hated him, no matter how much she wanted to erase his touch—

She could still feel him.

His breath on her skin. His lips on her cheek. His teeth sinking into her neck, claiming her in a way words never could.

And the worst part?

It wasn’t just the pain that lingered.

It was the heat. The shivers. The unexplainable rush that left her breathless.

"No…" she choked out, shaking her head. "No, I won’t let him do this to me."

But even as she said it, her fingers remained on the mark.

And deep inside, she knew—

It was already too late.

Next Morning

The sun had risen, casting a pale golden glow into the room, but for Ragini, the night had never ended.

She hadn’t slept—not even for a second.

She sat curled in the same position on the cold floor, her arms wrapped around herself, still wearing the same clothes from last night. Her dupatta lay forgotten beside her, and the angry red-purple mark on her neck remained, an unshakable reminder of what had transpired.

Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded with exhaustion, yet the storm within her refused to settle.

With slow, hesitant movements, she pushed herself up from the floor and staggered toward the mirror.

The girl staring back at her was not the Ragini Pratap Singh she knew.

Her eyes were swollen, rimmed with exhaustion and dried tears. Her usually lively face was pale, lips trembling as she lifted a shaky hand to her neck.

As soon as her fingertips brushed against the bruised skin—

A sharp sting shot through her.

She winced, sucking in a breath, and before she could stop them—

Tears spilled over.

Hot. Silent. Endless.

The events of last night crashed over her like a tidal wave. His touch. His bite. His words. Every moment replayed in her mind, refusing to fade.

Her breath hitched as she glanced down at her wrists, her bangles jingling softly.

She traced them absently, her heart twisting with unspoken emotions.

A bitter smile ghosted her lips as she whispered to herself—

"Kyun tufaan ki tarah aa gaye hain aap, Thakur Sahab? Sab tabah karne ko kyun tayyar hain aap?"

("Why have you come into my life like a raging storm, Thakur Sahab? Why are you ready to destroy everything?")

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her torment.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm, as the truth settled deep within her—

Randheer Singh Thakur had entered her life like a storm.

And he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Randheer’s Office – Thakur Empire.

Randheer leaned back in his chair, his fingers pressing against his temples, his head throbbing with frustration. The polished desk in front of him was covered with untouched files, documents that required his immediate attention—yet he hadn’t been able to focus for weeks.

No matter how much he tried to drown himself in work, his mind refused to obey.

It always drifted back to her.

"Ye kya ho raha hai mere saath?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his face as if that could somehow erase the thoughts clouding his mind.

(What the hell is happening to me?)

Ragini.

She was everywhere. In his mind, in the air he breathed, in the silence of his nights. Even when he closed his eyes, he saw her—those innocent eyes, that soft smile, the way she had looked at him with a trust he didn’t deserve.

"Vo… vo ladki mere zehen mein kyun basti ja rahi hai?"

(Why is that girl taking over my mind?)

He exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening into a fist.

"Randheer Singh Thakur kisi ke liye itna bechain nahi hota."

(Randheer Singh Thakur doesn’t lose his peace over anyone.)

But wasn’t that exactly what was happening?

He had spent years crafting himself into a man untouchable by emotions. His world was built on control, on dominance—he dictated his fate, his relationships, his desires. No one had the power to shake him.

Yet here he was, drowning in a storm he hadn’t seen coming.

"Mujhe usse door rehna tha… usse apni duniya se alag rakhna tha."

(I needed to stay away from her… to keep her away from my world.)

But he had failed.

She had already invaded his thoughts, slipped past the walls he had built so carefully. He had warned her to stay away—yet he was the one who couldn't stay away from her.

"Ek mahina baad use dekh,itna bekabu ho gya Mai.."

(I went that uncontrollable when I saw her after a month)

His eyes darkened with frustration.

"Kyun… kyun uske bagair jee nahi lag raha?"

(Why… why do I feel lost without her?)

Randheer shot up from his chair abruptly, his hands gripping the desk as he tried to steady himself.

"Bakwaas hai ye sab!" He gritted his teeth, shaking his head.

(This is all nonsense!)

"Mai uske kareeb nahi jaaunga dubara, faasle hain hum dono ke beech, vajah hai, nafrat hai.."

(I won't go anymore close to her,We have distance between us.. it's hatred!)

He was Randheer Singh Thakur. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t crave anyone.

And yet…

His fingers itched to dial her number.

"Nahi." He exhaled sharply, turning away.

(No.)

This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be.

Love was a weakness, a distraction he had never allowed himself.

"Mujhe koi farq nahi padta." He whispered, trying to convince himself.

(I don’t care.)

But then, an unwelcome thought crept into his mind.

"Par Agar usse kisi aur ne chhua toh?"

(What if someone else touches her?)

His entire body went rigid.

The image of Ragini standing beside another man, laughing, trusting, looking at someone else the way she had looked at him—his blood boiled at the mere thought. His breath turned harsh, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

"Kisi aur ki bhi sirf soch se… mujhe usse cheen lene ka man kar raha hai."

(The mere thought of her with someone else makes me want to take her away.)

He ran a hand through his hair, a sharp curse slipping from his lips.

He didn’t want to feel this way. He didn’t want to need her like this.

But it was too late.

Because whether he admitted it or not…

She was already his.

That Day, Pratap Association.

Naveen sat in his cabin, his fingers drumming against the polished mahogany desk, his mind tangled in frustration. He was lost in his thoughts, his jaw tightening with each passing second. His protective instincts as a brother warred with the deep unease that had settled in his chest.

Right then, Kumar Sehrawat walked in, a smug smile curling on his lips. He placed a few documents in front of Naveen and leaned back with an air of satisfaction.

"We'll surely win against Thakur this time, Mr. Pratap."

But Naveen didn’t even glance at the papers. His fingers clenched into a fist, his voice low and heavy.

"That's no victory to me if I lose my family."

Kumar raised a brow. Naveen finally looked at him, his eyes dark with rage.

"A month ago, Randheer tried to play a dirty game with my sister. First, his men attacked her, then he appeared out of nowhere, pretending to be her savior. My innocent Ragini fell into his trap, believing he was protecting her. That bastard is a cunning man!"

He exhaled sharply, his mind racing back to that night. The way Ragini had defended Randheer had only fueled his suspicion.

"I confronted him, warned him to stay away from her, but the very next day, he had the audacity to call her to the same place! He’s manipulating her, Kumar. She doesn’t see it, but I do. And I’ll never let her fall into his clutches."

Kumar smirked inwardly. Naveen’s anger was working right into his hands. He leaned forward, his tone laced with deceit.

"But why is your sister taking his side, Naveen? Do you think… she has feelings for Randheer?"

"No!!" Naveen snapped, his voice like thunder.

His jaw locked, as if the mere suggestion was an insult.

"My sister is not a fool to fall for that man, not after my warning. She told me herself—there’s nothing between them. She only apologized to him out of decency. That’s it!"

Kumar tilted his head, his smirk deepening.

"Think again. Ragini is innocent… but Randheer? He’s a predator. What if he’s using her? What if he already has? And you… you’re just standing here doing nothing."

Naveen’s fingers dug into the desk, his mind spiraling with anger and paranoia.

"You need a permanent solution, Naveen. Make sure she belongs to someone else before Thakur gets his claws in her. Get her married."

Naveen’s breathing grew heavy. His fists unclenched, only to tighten again.

"Kumar…" He hesitated before finally looking up.

"Will you marry Ragini?"

A slow, wicked smile spread across Kumar’s face...

Will Ragini agree to marry Kumar?
Whom she'll choose? Her family's dignity or her love??
Will Randheer ever accept his love,will he give Ragini a place in his life?? What way their story will take??

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