"Kill me... not her."
His voice was low, deadly calm, but his eyes-bloodshot, burning-never left mine.
Eyes that should have hated me.
Eyes that should have turned away after my betrayal.
But no... even now, he chose me.
And that was the worst punis...
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OMR... Did you just see his attitude?!
Huh! Kharus saand!
I stood there, fuming, as Devraj stormed past me like I was invisible. Not a glance, not a word-just his usual brooding, holier-than-thou attitude. And then-slam!-he shut the door with so much force that the walls probably shivered in fear.
I swear, if this man was any ruder, he'd break world records.
I let out a frustrated breath, my fingers tightening around the edge of my pallu. What was his problem?! I didn't ask for this marriage either! But at least I was trying to deal with it like an adult, not throwing tantrums like some arrogant, emotionally constipated kharus!
I had half a mind to march in there and give him a piece of my mind. But knowing him, he'd probably just stare at me with that infuriatingly blank face and walk away like I didn't exist.
Ugh! He was impossible.
Shaking my head, I turned back toward the dining table, forcing a small smile as if his behavior didn't affect me. But deep down, it did.
It was one thing to be unwanted.
It was another to be treated like you never even existed.
Just as I was trying to brush off the whole kharus saand situation, Dadisa's voice pulled me back.
"Saanvi beta," she said, looking at me with a gentle yet firm expression. "Go bring Devraj for breakfast. It's already quite late, and neither of you has eaten."
I blinked. Go to the room? Call Devraj?!
I almost laughed. As if he would listen to me.
Seeing my hesitation, she added, "Or should I ask one of the maids to take breakfast to your room?"
I straightened. Our room. Those two words still felt foreign. Strange. Unbelievable.
For a second, I was tempted to agree-let the maid take the food, let Devraj eat alone in his cave of arrogance. But something stopped me. Maybe it was the way Dadisa was looking at me. Maybe it was my own stubbornness. Or maybe... maybe it was because I wasn't going to let Devraj's attitude make me look weak in front of everyone.
