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Dialogues......

Clip 1

A sharp knock echoed through the room.

She frowned slightly, walking toward the door. The moment she opened it, her breath hitched.

He stood there.

His eyes burned with rage, his jaw clenched tight, and before she could even react—his hand gripped her waist, pulling her forward. In one swift motion, he pinned her against the nearest wall.

Their faces were inches apart.

His breath fanned against her skin as he leaned closer, but she turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze.

That only fueled his anger.

"how dare you say yes to the marriage"..

Her eyes snapped back to him, blazing with fury.

"Who are you to question me... It's my life, I can marry whoever I want to... Don't you dare to interfe-...."

Before she could finish, his grip tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. His other hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

"I will... I will decide what happens in our... in your life cause you are mine, you are bound not to my cousin or any other fucking man... Just mine and I take what's mine..."

Her heart pounded wildly, anger and something far more dangerous clashing within her.

Clip 2

The room was quiet, filled with a strange tension that neither of them acknowledged.

She stood near the table, reaching for her clutcher. As it slipped from her fingers and fell, she bent down to pick it up.

In that moment, her pallu slid off her shoulder.

She didn’t notice.

But he did.

Sitting on the bed, ready to sleep just moments ago, his eyes now remained fixed on her. The soft curve of her exposed skin caught his attention, making his control falter.

His gaze darkened.

"Jaiswar mere Saamne apna pallu sambhal ke rakha karo tumhare liye meri niyat kharab hai "

A slow, dangerous smirk formed on his lips.

Clip 3

Frustration bubbled inside her as she ran her fingers through her hair, pacing the room.

"Behench*d kaha phas gyi hu main...... Ye mera Buddha toh Pagal ho chuka h "

Unbeknownst to her, just outside the door, he stood leaning casually against the wall.

He had heard everything.

And instead of anger…

A quiet smile played on his lips.

Clip 4

She was crying messily, her hands clutching his shirt as she threw her closed wrists against his chest, beating him weakly in pain and frustration.

He didn’t stop her.

Instead, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

But she resisted, pushing against him, trying to break free, not wanting his comfort.

" but you made me feel illegitimate..... I hate you "

Her words hit him harder than anything else ever could.

His eyes filled with tears as he held her even closer, refusing to let go.

"Don't say that you are my only one, I love you baccha.... No one can take your place not even close to it... I am all yours, VICIOUSLY YOURS..."

His voice softened at first… then turned intense, almost possessive by the end.

And this time—

She didn’t push him away.

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Story Music Track :Chaahat