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Hi! Just a quick announcement!
I get it that, most of you want scene mostly on Meera and Arjun, because well yes its their story! But please it can't be all scene they will appear together!, I need to write other parts so you will feel connected with the novel and other things that is happening not just on Meera and Arjun only.
Just writing more and more on Meera and Arjun will be boring and no action will be made, also I might run out of ideas!.
I understand you guys, but let me made this very interesting for you all. Alright??
And with all love and the support you guys have shown so far! I will try to always bring Meera and Arjun. Okay?
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Mind you, it's scary! I just have 3 to 4 have uploaded so far. And I upload everyday! I will also Start working on short romance there too! Don't miss out!
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Meeraâs father cleared his throat, trying to mask the tension building in the room. His eyes flickered to Arjun, who seemed utterly lost in his obsessive gaze toward Meera.
The way Arjun's eyes fixated on his daughter sent a chill down Mr. Ahujaâs spine, and he couldnât help but clench his fists in silent apprehension.
"Mr. Madhav, I need to discuss something important with you." Mr. Ahuja said, his voice steady but laced with underlying nerves.
Mr. Madhav, ever the image of calm, leaned back in his seat and gave a wide, almost condescending smile. "Of course, go on. Iâm all ears." he said, his tone deceptively warm.
"You referred to Meera as your daughter-in-law earlier, butâ" Mr. Ahuja began, choosing his words carefully.
"Oh, that?" Mr. Madhav interrupted with a hearty laugh. "Well, naturally! Meera is my daughter-in-law. After all, she will be soon enough." He cast a glance at Meera, his smile lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. Then, his gaze shifted to Arjun, whose fixation on Meera was unwavering.
"It seems my son, Arjun, has developed a very, very strong interest in your daughter." Mr. Madhav continued, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "And isnât that fortunate for your family, Mr. Ahuja? A connection with our family could bring great benefits."
The statement felt more like a declaration of ownership than a proposal, and Meera squeezed her fatherâs hand tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself.
Her father, sensing her distress, looked down at her, and their eyes met. In her silent plea, he saw her desperation, her desire for escape.
"But my daughter doesnât feel the same." Mr. Ahuja replied, his voice growing firm, despite the rising tension in the room.
The moment those words left his lips, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The warmth in Mr. Madhav's demeanor vanished, replaced by an icy coldness that filled the space.
Mr. Madhavâs expression darkened, his once jovial face now hard and unyielding.
"What do you mean, Mr. Ahuja?" His voice had lost its friendly tone, now sharp with irritation, bordering on menace.
Mr. Ahuja swallowed hard, but he wasnât going to back down. Not when it came to his daughterâs future.
"What I mean, Mr. Madhav, is that my daughter doesnât share Arjunâs feelings. She does not want this."
The room seemed to freeze in place, a heavy silence hanging in the air as everyone braced for Mr. Madhavâs response. His eyes narrowed slightly, calculating.
"Your daughter doesnât understand what an opportunity this is. Sheâs fortunate, Mr. Ahuja, very fortunate to have a man like Arjunâsomeone who is ready to protect her, provide for her. To have him at her feet, willing to do anything for her."
"But I donât want him!" Meeraâs voice rang out, cracking the tension like a whip. She couldnât hold it in any longer.
Her heart pounded against her chest, and the words spilled from her lips before she could stop them.
Her declaration echoed in the room, followed by a low, dangerous growl from Arjun.
Meera whipped around to face him, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the transformation in his expression.
His face, once calm and quietly possessive, was now a mask of barely restrained fury. His eyes, cold and sharp, seemed to bore into her, his jaw clenched so tightly that his muscles visibly tensed. He looked like a predator that had just been denied its prize.
"Meera." Arjunâs voice was a low, dangerous rumble, filled with an intensity that made her blood run cold.
Mr. Madhavâs gaze shifted to his son, noticing the shift in his demeanor. Arjunâs fists were clenched, his knuckles white, and his jaw was set in a rigid line.
He was seething, every fiber of his being radiating a barely contained rage. The sight of his sonâs temper flaring up seemed to amuse Mr. Madhav slightly, but it was a dangerous amusement, one born from control and power.
"Calm yourself, Arjun." Mr. Madhav said smoothly, though his eyes gleamed with something darker. "This is not the way to handle things."
Arjunâs glare remained fixed on Meera, his breathing heavy. His possessive nature was slipping into something more dangerous, something more primal.
Meera could see it in his eyesâhe wasnât just angry; he felt betrayed, denied of something he believed was his.
"She doesnât get a choice in this, Father." Arjun finally said, his voice low but firm, and filled with a quiet, terrifying conviction. "She belongs to me."
Meeraâs breath hitched, her entire body recoiling at his words.
She wanted to scream, to run, but she felt trapped, pinned under Arjunâs intense gaze and the overwhelming pressure of Mr. Madhavâs looming presence.
Mr. Ahujaâs voice broke through the heavy silence. "My daughter is not a possession." he said firmly, though the fear in his eyes was evident. "She deserves to live her life on her own terms, not as someoneâs⦠property."
Mr. Madhav leaned forward in his seat, his fingers steepled as he considered Mr. Ahujaâs words.
"Property, you say?" His tone was eerily calm. "No, no. You misunderstand me, Mr. Ahuja. We donât see Meera as property." He paused, his gaze sliding over to Meera before returning to her father. "We see her as family. And family⦠well, family has its responsibilities. Its obligations."
Meeraâs father shook his head, frustration and fear warring in his eyes.
"This isnât about obligations or responsibilities, Mr. Madhav. This is about my daughterâs lifeâher choice."
"Sheâll come to understand." Arjun said, his eyes never leaving Meera. "She just needs time."
"No." Meera whispered, shaking her head, her voice grew firmer. "No, I donât need time. I need you to leave me alone."
Mr. Madhav watched the exchange with a cold, calculating gaze, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I think, Mr. Ahuja, you and your daughter should rethink this." he said, his voice a silky threat.
"After all, it would be such a shame if any⦠misfortunes were to befall your family because of a misunderstanding."
The veiled threat hung in the air like a storm cloud, and Meeraâs father tensed beside her. But Meera met Mr. Madhavâs eyes with defiance, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I wonât be part of this." she said, her voice stronger than she felt. "Not now, not ever."
Arjunâs eyes darkened at her words.
Mr. Madhavâs cold gaze settled on Meera as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. âWhy?â he asked, his voice low and full of menace.
Meeraâs father, Mr. Ahuja, stood his ground, though his heart raced.
âMy daughter doesnât feel the same way Arjun does.â he replied, forcing calm into his voice. âNot only that, they live in entirely different worlds.â
The unspoken truth hung in the airâMr. Ahuja could never let his daughter be part of a mafia family.
His fear wasnât just about the differences in their lives; it was the danger, the power, and the darkness that loomed around the Madhavs.
Arjun's dark eyes burned with a quiet fury, and the tension in his jaw showed he was holding back.
His whole body seemed coiled, ready to strike. His fists were clenched, and his knuckles were white against his skin.
âDifferent lives?â Mr. Madhavâs voice cut through the silence like a blade, his eyes narrowing in on Mr. Ahuja.
âAre you referring to the fact that we are powerful, wealthy, and you are nothing more than aââ
âFather.â Arjunâs voice was sharp, stopping Mr. Madhav mid-sentence.
Mr. Madhav frowned at his son, clearly displeased at being interrupted.
âThatâs enough.â Arjun said, his voice taut, almost shaking with the effort to remain calm.
Arjun turned his gaze back to Mr. Ahuja, his voice firm and resolute.
âMr. Ahuja, I want Meera. I really do. And you trying to come here, attempting to get me off her, is pointless.â His voice was hard, each word a declaration of his intent.
He turned his eyes to Meera, his gaze intense, leaving no room for doubt about his determination.
Mr. Ahuja, still standing, tried again, his voice pleading. âArjun, you need to understand, sheââ
âNo.â Arjun cut him off, his voice colder now. âYou need to understand..â
The words hung in the air like a final verdict. Arjun rose from his seat, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the room. He seemed ready to leave, to put an end to the conversation right then and there.
But Mr. Ahujaâs voice, trembling but determined, rang out, stopping Arjun in his tracks.
âI promised my daughter to someone else.â
Meeraâs breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in shock, and she turned to her father, unable to believe what he had just said. The room went still, the air thick with tension.
Mr. Madhavâs face twitched in irritation, his brows furrowing as he glanced at his son.
But Arjun, rather than erupting in fury as expected, simply turned back slowly to face Mr. Ahuja.
âWhat did you just say?â Arjun asked, his voice dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his eyes.
Mr. Ahuja swallowed, though his voice remained steady.
âIâve already given my daughterâs hand in marriage to someone else.â
Arjunâs gaze flickered from Mr. Ahuja to Meera and back again.
âIs she engaged?â he asked, his tone eerily calm.
âThe event is next month.â Mr. Ahuja replied, each word falling like a heavy weight in the room.
Arjun stood still, his face expressionless for a long moment.
âOkay.â he said simply, then turned on his heel and walked toward the door without another word, leaving the room in stunned silence.
Meera blinked, her mind racing.
Did he just accept that? Was this it? Was he going to leave her alone now?
For a brief moment, a flicker of hope sparked within herâa smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Maybe it was over. Maybe she was free.
But her hope was short-lived as Mr. Madhavâs chilling laughter broke the silence.
His low, menacing chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. He rose slowly from his seat, clapping his hands together with mock amusement.
âOh, wow!â he exclaimed, shaking his head as if the entire situation were a delightful joke.
âI donât know if I should call you lucky or incredibly foolish, Mr. Ahuja. You see.â he continued, stepping closer, âvery few people manage to provoke my son like that and live to tell the tale.â
Meeraâs father stiffened, but before he could respond, Mr. Madhav turned his sharp gaze on Meera, a wicked glint in his eyes.
âAnd you, my dear Meera. Itâs always such a pleasure to see you. You wouldâve made a lovely daughter-in-law. I can only dream, I suppose.â he said with a twisted smile.
Meeraâs stomach churned with unease, her fleeting relief now replaced by dread.
She watched as Mr. Madhav slowly made his way toward the grand staircase, but he stopped halfway, turning back to face them with a warning gleam in his eye.
âIf I were you, Mr. Ahuja.â he began, his voice soft but dripping with malice, âI wouldnât let her slip into the arms of another man too easily. Arjun might seem calm now, but a storm brews beneath that silence. You only see the clouds darken before the thunder strikes.â
Meera exchanged a nervous glance with her father, her heart pounding in her chest.
Mr. Ahujaâs hand tightened around hers, a silent promise that he would protect her, though fear crept into his features as well.
Mr. Madhav gave one final, chilling smile before ascending the staircase, his footsteps echoing in the heavy silence.
Just as he reached the top, he looked over his shoulder one last time, his voice echoing through the large room.
âHave a blessed day, daughter-in-law.â he said, his tone mocking, before vanishing from sight.
Meera turned to her father, her voice shaking. âPapa, what did he mean by that?â
Her father forced a reassuring smile, though his worry was evident.
âDonât worry, beta. Everything will be fine. I wonât let anything happen to you.â
Meera nodded slowly, but the sense of foreboding lingered as they hurried out of the mansion, the weight of Mr. Madhavâs warning heavy on their minds.
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Firstly, yes this chapter is short. That's because it's the continuation of the previous chapter!
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