SIYA - born to be mine 18+

Hey, my dear lovely readers 💕

Welcome to Shivi’s world 🤭✨

My biggest sorry for the late update,  💕. I’ve shared the reason for the delay at the end of this chapter, so don’t miss it!

Along with a little twist, this chapter won’t just entertain you—it’ll make you fall in love with it.

The update is here, and it’s a long chapter, so get ready!

Here’s a little glimpse of this chapter—anger, emotions, fun, and a  something more for you to discover yourself 🫣.

I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💖

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Author Por

At that, he stopped. Turning to her, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a husky whisper.“I am taking you to my room.”

Her lips parted in shock, her heart leaping against her chest. But before she could respond, his hand tightened—not painfully, but with a finality that silenced her protest. Without waiting for her answer, he resumed walking.

He held her with respect, knowing that if he loosened his hold, she would never come with him.

When he reached his chamber (room) door, Ekansh pushed it open with his free hand. The massive wooden panels groaned under their weight, and before she could protest again, he had already drawn her inside.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud,  suddenly the world outside vanished. Silence filled the chamber.

Siya jerked her hand back, this time managing to free herself. They were only a step apart, so she quickly took a step back. Now they stood two or three steps away from each other.

They stood facing each other —not too close, not too far. It was the space where anger turned into fire, where silence became sharper than words.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, carrying within them a storm—fire and anger, pain and helplessness—all colliding in a silence too heavy to break.

“Why have you brought me here?” she demanded while starring in his eyes, her voice sharp with anger.

“I brought you here, Rani-sa… to the place where you truly belong,” he said firmly, his gaze locked on hers. Then, taking a deliberate step closer, he lowered his voice to a cold whisper. “To our room.”

“This is your room, not mine,” she snapped, her voice edged with anger,  she added. “I will not stay here with you. I want my own chamber.” Her chest rose and fell sharply, each breath heavy with anger.

His eyes darkened. “It was your great desire to become my wife, was it not?” he retorted, his tone hard and unyielding he said, “Now you will share this room with me.”

“I never wished to be your wife, I hate you from bottom of my heart,” she shot back, her words burning with defiance.

“Then why did you agree to this marriage? Why did you choose me as your husband? Why didn’t you show your hatred before? Tell me!”  His words lashed out in anger, his eyes blazing as they bored into hers. She was standing at her place without getting affected.

She replied angry, but Her voice trembled with pain.  “Yes, I was excited, I was too happy for this marriage, but when I saw you at the mandap, I was shocked by my fate.”

She let out a bitter laugh, holding back her tears, she added angrily through gritted teeth, “That I am going to marry the very man I had never even wished to meet again."