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Chapter 4:

Love goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps

-Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

When you love someone, you bare your heart to suffering. It cuts deep, and your emotions spread open like fractured veins. If love can ravish, then love can ravage. These are two sides of a coin. You have to accept the second with the first. There's no way out. I fell in love with Armaan Malik, even, when I was promised to another. As much as I wish for it to go, love grasps, never gives away. It sucks you in, never succumbs to you. I lied to him today, hurt him, and drove him away. I said what I never should've. He revealed his darkest memories to me, and I took them apart to use the worst for my own purpose. And use it I did. I never slept with Siddhant, Armaan. There's no man I can be with but you, but I've to let you go because you were never mine and I, never yours. I hope you find a woman who'd love you, even when I'll hate her with everything I am. I hope you'll be hers, even when you'll always be mine and I, yours. I promised Sid's father and I would keep my vow but I never promised to keep my heart, and it'll always be yours; even when you wouldn't know it, wouldn't want it.

-Shilpa Malhotra, the day Armaan Malik left India and flew back to U.S.A.

Shilpa's head throbbed. She groaned working her unmoving limbs. Her legs had given up to the cold, and she shivered under the cruel lash of the chill. She clamped her cluttering mouth shut and woke up, alone, spread on the ground like an offering. She wrapped her hands around her arms and stood up looking down. She didn't have any tear left; every fallen drop had dried and disappeared. She had to decide what route to take from here. She'd fallen from cloud nine, and was hanging on a thin thread that won't last long. She sighed, rubbing her fingers together and turned about on her heels.

And halted.

Froze.

There he stood.

As silent as death.

Their eyes met and clashed, and clung.

Shilpa stepped back, tearing her eyes away from the darkest gaze she'd ever held. His eyes...

She hooked her chin up, again looking into unfathomable pools of black. If there was a shade darker than black, they were it, glittering in the dark of night, hung on triumph. She scanned his face, letting her breath betray her and escape. It was. It was.

That face...

"I am not Armaan," there was a thread of amusement in the voice. It was deeper, more...more guttural? There was a firm note in his accent Armaan lacked. It was more authoritative, more quintessential. Then the words registered.

I am not Armaan.

Shock coursed through her. For a moment he had been. Her eyes scanned his face. It was Armaan's face. Even as the memories of betrayal, too fresh to be forgotten, plundered her brain, her heartbeat sped. She couldn't control the reaction she had to that face, to the memories of Armaan. The shock of seeing it again after six months; six months, six months since she'd seen Armaan, seen him to never see him again.

"Tell me what you'd like to hear. Something that'll appeal to that broken heart of yours?" he stepped forward, "something like I love you so much? Something like I am Armaan?" his eyes never left hers.

She needed a moment to breathe, a moment to come to grips with her heart, her mind, and the fact that she was not even realizing; her failed escape.

His mouth kicked up in a slight smile, and there was nothing soft about it. It was satanic, powerful. He was not Armaan. Armaan was dead. This was Karan Malik.

Karan Malik.

The twin.

His hair were combed back and secured at his nape with a band. It was a short pony, barely noticeable due to the few short locks that curled around his forehead loose. He had a light mustache and goatee, accentuating the rough angle of his jaw and cheekbones. Whereas Armaan was leaner, Karan was more sinewy. He was muscled and hard everywhere. The white crisp shirt and black jeans that clung to his body did nothing to hide his sheer strength. Clothes could not hide his animalistic raw masculinity in a sham of civility. He was like a brooding, medieval warrior dressed in civil clothes. He was taller than Armaan had ever been, approximately 6 inches of man and flexing muscles. Thin lines of scars lined the plane of his eye brow and lower lip. Armaan had a more wheatish complexion. Karan's skin was more rugged, hard and burned like a golden toast; tanned.

She couldn't peel her eyes away from him. Not because he was captivating, but because she couldn't believe it wasn't Armaan. Even when she knew, saw the differences, acknowledged them; it was so much like Armaan's.

No this man was nothing like the dimpled charmer she knew.

This man was not to be trifled with.

And every fiber of her body screamed at her to run.

He was...dangerous.

"It's too late to try and run now. Don't you think?"

Shilpa gave a harsh laugh stepping back, "It's never too late I've heard."

Karan didn't move, "must've been said by a hapless bloke."

"I am sorry if I think you a suicide bomber and would very much like to bid adios. How far do you think I'll make it before you catch me?"

Karan lifted a brow, a smirk tilting up his mouth, "a heartbeat."

Shilpa stopped. He'd said those two words with such arrogance that her body itched to defy him and prove him wrong, but she needed time to think, strategize. She couldn't show him how weak she felt right now; her insides were trembling with raw emotion. His face and presence had hit her in the face, and she didn't know if seeing him and remembering Armaan was a blessing or a curse. She couldn't show the proof of her pathetic weakness for the man she loved right now. There was no space for that. A part of her was clawing at her, telling her to close her eyes and breathe his scent, run into his arms and scream Armaan. He was so close. Armaan was so close. She'd not seen Armaan for six months, and it felt like ages. Centuries. She hadn't known how to live without Armaan, and even after knowing the truth today, she still loved him.

As she calculated her responses and choices, he stood there, just watching her. His haughty demeanor had her fueled with rage. She wanted to rip his skin and draw out blood. She'd never felt so violent before, never known it was in her nature. Her first reaction to Karan Malik was at complete odds with her first to Armaan. It had been, shocking yes, but soft, tilting, beautiful...Karan made her furious, he made her feel pathetically weak, he made her want to kill him. She hadn't a destructive streak in her body before. Not even when Naina had ripped her apart with verbal blows. She'd never felt so intimidated.

The man was just standing, and Shilpa hated it. And then like a left hook, another realization slammed into her. This was the man Naina wanted to marry her off to? He was. He stood amidst nowhere, his gaze fixated on her; he stood there writing her destiny.Just that she wouldn't let him Shilpa thought. She wouldn't let him get away with anything.

"Why do you want to marry me?" she licked her lips, initiating, "I mean, what do you get? I'm sure you're not doing this for your mother. Why shackle yourself to me for nothing?"

His silence unnerved her.

"Look, let's not mess this up. I do not want to marry you, and I am positive neither do you. Let me go, in fact, if there's something your mother's forcing you into, I'll help you. You don't have to marry me."

He lifted an amused brow, his lips slightly tilting in a mocking smile, and it slapped Shilpa in the face. She was insulting her own self. Why would a man like this one need her help to fend off his mother? Panic began climbing her but she refused to let it take over.

Shilpa pulled an agitated breath and squared her shoulders, steeling her spine.

"I won't go with you. I'll fight every step of the way."

Something akin to veneration flashed in his eyes, before his face was blank again. Shilpa shook herself mentally. Of course it wasn't. She was just being woolly-minded.

He shrugged his shoulders, striding forward very slowly, like a leopard that circled its prey, before jumping and tearing it apart.

Shilpa closed her eyes, and then looked at him. His strides were magnificent for that height. Every muscle in his body flexed as he drew near, his eyes intent on hers, his body thrumming with masculine energy and arrogance.

Adrenaline rushed through her as she counted the seconds, her hands trembled with the rising impetus.

He halted three inches before her, his eyes roving over her face. He soaked her in, and she felt naked for a moment. Vulnerably exposed the way his black eyes touched every corner of her skin and scorched.

"I am going to plead you for the last time. Please don't drag me into whatever this is. Just let me go."

His eyes drove up and entwined with hers and she read the answer there.

It was clean.

And blatant.

No.

Shilpa lifted her right hand, crooked her arm, hooked her fingers with her palm, curling them into a loose fist, and jabbed him right across the face with enough power to knock a man down on his feet.

Except he didn't move.

He didn't defend himself. And she knew he'd let her hit him deliberately. His face curled about slightly, before facing her again, unaffected, expressionless.

He was composed, like he was never touched.

Panic flooded her with full force.

He took another slow step toward her, and she automatically trotted back.

"I am going to kill you," she whispered.

"Not before my times over," the words burned through her before his smell wafted through her space, stirred her, his presence surrounded her and his callous fingers reached her arms and she was pulled.

She gasped, her hands lifting to ward him off even when her feet were dragged forward and she slammed into him. His hand reached her nape, her hair wrapped around his fingers and he hitched her head down, his face dominating her space. Shilpa struggled like a caught fish, flailing against him.

"You're such a bas***d! Son of a bitch." She cursed him, abusing his chest with her fists and braced her legs to attack him, except she couldn't. He had her easily caged.

"Unfortunately, my parents were wedded when I was born." He only had one arm wrapped around her waist, and yet she felt bound with chains and ropes.

"Let me go,"

"I thought you were going to fight me. You are but just a chicken." Shilpa hated the way he said those words. Like he knew no better of her, like he was disappointed at the lack of challenge. He thought her weak and helpless, and it maddened her.

She was not helpless!

Shilpa twirled her legs, and wrapped them about his waist. Her hands came up and she did what she'd been dying to do. She clawed at his face with her nails before her attack, aided by element of surprise, registered through him, and he pulled back, his arms coming up to throw her down, hard.

She felt the ground dig in her back, and all air left her lungs. For a moment everything blurred as pain bit her. She inhaled sharply, lifting her head up to see him standing above her, rubbing his bruised lip, she'd raked her nail across with the pad of his thumb, and looking at her with renewed interest.

Shilpa clamped her legs together and slammed them forward to knock him off his feet before he caught each of them, twisted them apart and dragged her up against himself. She shrieked, lifting half in the air, her legs wrapping around his waist as he reached for her back and hauled her up. She cursed low and harsh then reached for his face again, but he gave her one devious smile before dropping her again on the ground, harder.

Pain sliced through her limbs and she moaned before he lifted her hands and pulled out his tie, tying a firm knot around her wrists, and binding them. She flailed beneath him, screaming obscenities as he remained hunched over her, positioned on one knee.

"I am glad men don't grow nails like that. I like my fights cleaner, more weapon-oriented."

"You don't have guts to fight me," she yelled, "It's you the chicken! Untie me f**ker, and I'll show you who the man here is."

Karan stopped, raising a wicked black brow, "Such pretty words. Careful I might be tempted."

"Release me. What kind of man are you? You wouldn't even let me have a fair fight. You are a coward!"

Karan scanned her face for a moment, letting a silk tress slide through his fingers. Shilpa shook her head angrily, pulling her hair away.

"As you wish," he murmured, untying her with fast, efficient movements.

She rubbed her free wrists, and stood up to face him. Shilpa had to know that she was no match for this man, and what she demanded was foolishness. But this was the only option. She'd fight, or she'd die. She will not let him take her.

She took two steps back, breathing heavily. He stood there, relaxed.

She had two weapons. And she'd use them to the best of her ability.

"I am not going to make the first move," she strained her body to meet any attack. He shrugged looking uninterested, "I do not fight women, in fact I do not fight anyone who's not capable of matching me."

That sent her coiling into anger. Who did he think she was? She was not weak. And she wasn't playing games here, entertaining him. She was fighting for her very life.

"Oh really?" she sneered, "Was that your ghost that had hit me twice previously?"

"Taking my hands off you isn't hitting sweetheart. Where you fall after that, not my concern." He sent her a devilish smirk.

"Armaan was your brother? Of course he was. You both are so alike."

Frost covered his gaze at Armaan's name. Then they refocused on her, and she felt trapped for a moment. They held unleashed violence, "There's nothing alike about us."

Shilpa scanned his face for some emotion. It was blank. She nodded studying him carefully, "That's true. He was better."

His mouth lifted in a humorless smile. It scared her, "quite charmed with his sexual prowess?"

Shilpa felt the blow and winced inwardly. She was not a s**t, not a worthless piece of a woman who slept with men for their prowess. For their money. It did hurt. She was used. She felt the stain and couldn't remove it, but she wouldn't let him know. She shrugged and said evenly, "he was quite good in bed. I can't deny. And he was even better at handling women. He was the show-taker. Never a spectator like you."

"I don't need to take a show darling," he took one step toward her, "I own it."

"You're delusional."

"I am not the man who f**ked you having a wife at home." He smiled when Shilpa's eyes went cold.

"Tell me Shilpa Malhotra," his gaze never wavered, "how does it feel to be a spare wheel?"

"Better than it feels to be the second." She meant it as a blow, it slammed into him like one but he didn't turn cold like her. He smiled at it, his eyes lit with admiration.

"I am never the second," his voice dropped low, darker, "I am always the last."

"I am not going to marry you." She spat turning on her heels to run. Screw it all. She'd never be at peace knowing she didn't try escaping. She gave it her all, running on long strides before an arm closed about her waist and hooked in place. All thought skimmed then scrambled before leaving. She wanted to yell and cry, wail and whine but she did it even better. She scratched his arm, hunching her body down and sank her teeth in his skin. She didn't hear him scream, only felt the slightest jerk before his other hand's fingers wrapped around her hair and he pulled at it with a sharp tug. She whined, and her head reared back against his chest.

Slowly, calmly he untangled her fingers from his arms and trapped them beneath his warm hands against her chest.

His breath pooled at the rim of her ear and she shivered, defeated for a second. His mouth dipped low and he pulled her lobe beneath his teeth, sucking then biting at it hard. She gasped, then winced before his lips skid past and murmured in her ear, "You are some little ballsy babe aren't you? All teeth mouth and nails. You'd give a man the best erotic ride of his life."

Fury rekindled at his remark and she struggled with renewed zest. He was too powerful, and she felt trapped. Even as she put all her might, he easily had her captured with the slightest pressure of his hands.

"Maybe, having you for a wife isn't such a bad bargain," his lips skimmed over the shell of her ear and she tried pulling her head away, but his hand in her hair held her in place, "I can do anything I want with you. The window, the wall, the bed."

"Really? Too bad Armaan has had a sample of it all already. And whatever you'll have will be secondhand." She gritted her teeth, fidgeting and struggling.

His low laugh vibrated through her, his mouth skimmed across her ear, drawing even closer and she hitched a breath, "But don't you see baby, Armaan taught you the mechanics. Now you're ripe for me to take. I don't like virgins anyway, they're too much work. I'd rather be thankful."

"Oh right? That doesn't change the fact that I'll never go to bed with you. I gave it to Armaan on my freewill, you? Never." She snorted with enough venom to rupture his body, not so surprisingly, he was unscathed.

"Oh you are going to come to me, bed or not, and you are going to be willing. I never take my women unwilling. I like participation."

"You are sick."

"That's a new word to my dictionary of personality. I like hearing something new every now and then."

"If you think I'll marry you, I've not seen a bigger idiot in my life."

"You think you won't?"

"Never."

"We'll have to see that? Won't we?"

"Your over-confidence is surprising."

He didn't reply, letting her go. He straightened his arms, shoulders flexing in pure display of masculine glory and strength and she hitched in a breath. Karan Malik was...enigmatic. And it disturbed her.

"How did you find me?" she found herself speaking her thoughts out loud.

He raised a brow that questioned her back, like it was impossible for her to escape him. His silence made her uneasy, furious and she looked around for any sign of a person but none. She'd been a fool.

"I should've chosen a more public place. I was an idiot."

"Not really. Were you in one, I would've found you earlier," he pulled his tie from the ground smoothing it.

"That wouldn't have been possible. You couldn't have taken me in front of hundreds of people."

Karan raised his black inky eyes to her and they were filled with humor, "you think not?" his voice held such finality, that she questioned her own self. Exactly of what and how much was this man capable of?

"I would've screamed. Everyone would've known."

"True. But they wouldn't have lifted a finger to stop me either."

Shilpa stepped back unconsciously, "Why? Who are you?"

He closed the distance amidst them, standing a breath apart. She didn't move, neither did he. He didn't touch her either. His head tilted low, his eyes filling her gaze, holding her captive, until black pit of darkness was all she saw, "I am exactly the kind of man your mother warned you about Shilpa," his voice slid through her skin leaving a wake of tremors in its trail.

"If you think your life's hell right now, you are not ready for what I am about to bring to it. You'll be my wife in a few hours. What time is left, cherish it. You'll miss your heavenly hell." The dark whisper coursed through her like a scissor's blade and she felt smaller, like a shrimp caught on a fisher's rod.

"What will you get marrying me? I'm sure you are not dying in love for me."

"I don't believe in love."

"Then why damnit? I just want an answer."

"What fun will be that? Why not figure it out on your own?"

"Even if you take me with you, I am never going to marry you. Do everything you want. Drug me, rape me, hit me, trap me, everything. I will never marry you."

Karan smiled. A small mocking curve that made him even more intimidating.

"You'll marry me on your own free will." His words were an impenetrable vow, and she wasn't so sure all of a sudden.

"How can you be so sure?"

His mouth lowered, but he didn't smile again. His fingers slid up her arm, moving all the way to the pulse at her neck. His lips touched hers, and before she could let it sink through her, or attack him, or rebel, his fingers at her neck pressed against the Vulcan nerve and she went limp in his arms.

...

Karan stared at the woman in his arms. A silken tress rested against face. He'd expected fight, he'd expected anger, he'd expected rebellion, he'd expected tears and accuses, and a whole lot of mess.

He had not expected this fiery woman who'd sent his blood boiling and racing with lust and excitement. He was unrivaled in his world. At first it all had been enthralling, then the elation had faded, everything had gotten too easy for him to get. Men feared him; people did what he wanted them to do. There hardly were challenges. And not like this one, never like her. Against his better judgment, for some reason, Shilpa Malhotra had him intrigued.

The moment he'd been done with watching her escape tape, he'd marched out to find her. He'd expected it to be a mere hour with all his influence, but she'd proved him wrong. She wasn't in any public place, police station, knocking at the doors of women for help. She'd been somewhere he least expected her to be. And he was yet to decide if it was foolish or clever. But when he'd found her, she had not cowered. There was not a single moment when she'd accepted defeat and given into hysterics. She'd met him with her chin strutted up, spine made of unyielding steel and eyes those emerald greens fueled with fury and fire. She was nowhere a dimwitted girl. She was like a cannon's ball of fire, and she'd taken him by surprise. Surprise, something he'd not felt in ages.

He was hardly, ever, surprised now. She'd made him feel...emotions. Admiration, shock, anger, lust. He'd hardly expected something as fuel packed when he'd expected Shilpa Malhotra. This was the woman his brother had fallen in love despite being so clogged up? If there was something Karan Malik never under-estimated, it was under-estimation. Shilpa Malhotra was not to be taken lightly. She'd said she'll fight him through every step, and he didn't doubt it for a second. He would enjoy this, he thought. Their first meeting and he was already expecting the next. Her eyes had grown big when she'd sizzled with rage, the greens had gone thick and aflame, the curve of her plump lips was lush and she had this unnerving habit of licking it again and again. The pad of his thumb caressed her lower lip. It was fuller than the upper one.

She was in love with his brother. The one he hated the most.

Shilpa Malhotra loved Armaan Malik, and Armaan Malik loved her back, except he wouldn't let her know that. He'll let her doubt Armaan's love, he'll let her hate him, and he'll let her think Armaan is dead.

He'll marry her, break her, bed her and then he'll tell her.

Armaan was alive. He was exactly where Karan wanted him, and he'd be there until it's too late. He was going to hurt him the best way he could be hurt, even if it meant taking the only woman he loved.

Armaan had done everything to protect Shilpa, except, he'd forgotten Karan Malik always got what he wanted. There was no stopping him.

He looked down at the limp beauty in his arms. She was the most important piece of this game. He gathered her close, and carried her to his car.

Shilpa woke up to a slight ache in her head. She blinked before everything finally cleared up. She'd been asleep? For how long? She scratched her head, and then blinked, gawking around.

A maid stood ordering others. The words were incoherent before they started making sense.

"Excuse me? What's happening?"

The maid faced her and smiled, "Good afternoon. I'm glad you're up. We have no time. Your wedding dress is here. The girls are here to help you dress up." Shilpa stared at her incredulously.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?"

"I am not getting married to anyone!" she yelled at the maid who backed off for a moment, frightened.

"but-

"Feed your wedding dress to dogs." Shilpa pushed off the covers and got out of the bed. The room was different from the one she'd woken up previously. It was more impersonal, like a guest room. Shilpa cringed at the thought of Karan carrying her here, touching her, watching her. It unsettled her, curved in the pit of her belly like a coil of uneasiness. She gasped then. Her clothes...they were changed!

She'd been in the security guard's clothes. She was wearing a loose satin nightgown now.

"Who changed my clothes?" Shilpa asked sharply.

The maid cowered beneath the anger, "one of the maids."

Shilpa sighed in encompassing relief. She guessed she was in the same house as yesterday, but surprisingly the doors were open, maids were everywhere.

"What's happening here?" she moderated her tone, not wanting to be harsh to the maid.

She blinked as if Shilpa was stupid, "your wedding arrangements are going on," she drawled uncertainly.

Fury engulfed her, burning red and hot but she curled her fists and didn't say anything to the maid. She searched for her purse, but it was nowhere. It was fine. She'd escape without money. She was still worried about her passport. It was in the apartment Rahul had given her to live in. What if these people had confiscated it? She'd have no way to go back to India.

And what if she went back to India? Where would she go? To Siddhant's house? Her life was a mess, but she couldn't worry about that right now. She'd to take every piece, one at a time. Shilpa knew there was no way she could get away again. If they'd not bound her with chains and ropes didn't mean she could escape again. They were not fools.

"What will you do if I try to run?" Shilpa glanced at the maid who seemed uncomfortable.

"I will inform Mr. Malik."

"Not if I choke you to death," Shilpa said it even when she didn't mean it. The maid looked startled, but shook her head stepping back, "I am sorry you can't go."

"And how do you plan to stop me?"

Her gaze lifted up and met Shilpa's, "I don't have to." Before Shilpa could demand what she meant, Karan filled in the room, wearing a black tee that outlined his body with sheer perfection. His muscles bulged out of it, expanding everywhere. The tee clung to his body like a plaster, letting the watcher see every thick vein tracing his muscled arms and shoulders. She could see blank ink peel out of the tee curling around his arms, swirling over the skin in imprints. He had dark, tribal tattoos on both hands. His hair were wet, falling against his forehead in a messy array.

The room felt too little as he stepped in and the maids hurried out with quick words. He was remarkable. Nobody could match up to him, every seemed to shrink and fade away wherever he stepped. He had a cup of coffee in his hand as he moved forward and offered it to her. Shilpa gave him a malicious smile and he smiled back placing it on the side table.

"You're one hell of an over-confident man. I told you I'm not in hell marrying you and you actually have the audacity to go forward and get me a wedding dress?"

"Why darling don't you like it?" he closed the door.

"I didn't even spare it a glance."

"I can't show much disappointment. I didn't select it. I'd marry you anyway, wedding dress or naked." His lower lip quirked and she wanted to throw her fist into his face.

"You've already punched me. I am afraid it didn't work." He seemed to read her mind and lolled against the door.

"What do you want? And why did you close the door? Will you force me to marry you with violence and rape? Do your worst! I am not marrying you."

Karan reached for the side table coolly and pulled out a brown envelope and threw it at her. Shilpa caught it with uncertainty.

"What's this?"

"Why don't you take a look?" he picked her cup of coffee and took a sip leisurely.

Shilpa was dubious. Her fingers refused to move. She dreaded what was to come. Something was breaking inside her, as if this would seal her fate. She took a deep breath and pulled out whatever was in the envelope and gasped.

They were snaps.

Of Anjali and Muskaan.

Everywhere.

Their house.

Their work.

"Isn't one of them pregnant?" in her haze she felt his voice skim through.

"You atrocious f**king bas***d." Shilpa threw the snaps away walking to him with red eyes, and a closed throat, "If you touch my sisters I-

He cut her placing a finger at her lips, and moving forward, and his scent, something akin to mint and musk filled her nostrils, "Ssshhh." Six inches of towering height pulled up against her, and she craned her neck back to look at him. He looked infuriatingly smug. His inky eyes glittered with triumph, "You want them alive don't you?"

"Rahul, Atul they will-they will never let you hurt them."

"They won't even know Shilpa."

She felt tears fog her eyes. Not Anjali, not Muskaan. Not them!

She shook her head wildly, "they are your brothers' wives!" she said as if that would sink some sense into him.

"And you think I care?" he looked down at her, untouched.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"The kind you'll never meet again, never forget."

"If you touch them..."

He sliced through her words again, "I would have them shot if you didn't wear that dress and come down when someone comes to escort you down. We are getting married in two hours. You don't have much time. You can dress up and come down, marry me like a nice girl. Because exactly after two hours and a minute, your sisters will be dead. Choose carefully." He smiled now, his eyes never leaving hers, as they stayed entwined in a silent embrace, then he broke it, moved back and offered her the cup of coffee.

"It's good. Have it." his words were brook-no argument, and she took the cup from him with tremulous fingers.

"And Shilpa," he stopped at the door, "when I say two hours and one minute, I mean it. Not a second more." She heard the click of the door behind him and closed her eyes, falling on the bed. Her eyes scanned the photos. Anjali...Muskaan.

After ten minutes a maid entered the room.

"Ma'am we are sent to assist you. You should take a bath first."

Shilpa suppressed a growl between clenched teeth, and ragged spurts of breaths. She took her decision then. One that would change her life.

She nodded.

She was going to marry Karan Malik.

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I know he's a total bas***d. He's just started anyway.🤔

I hate Karan Malik Bloody He Is Playing With Shipa Just bcoz He Wants To Let His Brother Down😡

Aww Loved Shilpa Poor Girl Is Fighting So Much👏

Now She Is Gonna Marry That Devil Ahhh😲

Poor Shilpa She Is Doing This For Her Sisters😭

hate This Maliksss

Idiotsss🤢

Thanks For The PM Dear😊