An arranged marriage isn't something everyone wants. It's a big chance that not everyone would take. Will this one work out, or will it not?
Can love really grow when you didn't choose who you marry?
Will they be happy together? And in the end, wil...
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KARTIEKYA'S POV
"Are you serious about the property now?" Nikita's voice echoed through the phone, and I could feel my fingers tightening their grip on the device.
"Yes, I am. What makes you question that?" I interjected, sensing a hint of doubt in her tone. She sighed on the other end.
"I just don't think. I'm here with this man, seducing him all day, and now he wants to get physical. If he finds out about me, I'll be dead. Kabir is also not taking my concerns seriously," she expressed her frustrations with a tinge of exasperation in her voice.
"Handle him for a few more days, and please try to gather any evidence you can by spying on him. I know you're in a difficult situation, but I need your help," I spoke, trying to maintain a reassuring tone. Despite her predicament, Nikita remained sweet and calm, trapped in the complex world of espionage.
"You're very selfish, Kartikeya," she muttered, her frustration evolving into anger. "I can't believe you're putting your interests above mine. I thought I could count on you, but it seems like I was wrong.
"I am selfish, Nikita. You're no less, getting money monthly for this job. Why create a fuss by introducing these unprofessional elements between us?" I gritted my teeth, attempting to keep my composure.
"I love you, and I care about you. I'm doing this for both of us," she declared, her voice wavering.
"Please don't love me. I've told you many times: Do this task as professionally as possible, without letting personal feelings interfere." I sighed, feeling the weight of her emotions. While she was an ideal person, I neither wanted nor loved her.
It was frustrating to hear her say those words, hurting herself by asking and expressing sentiments I didn't want to hear.
"Do you really not have any feelings after that?" her tone carried the weight of tears.
