𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢'𝐬

Chapter-12

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Author's POV

At night, Virat 's Room

Ruhi had dinner with a heavy heart. She was now tired of even struggling and tried to adjust to the new room. The saree and jewelry were itching her body, making her more frustrated.

She stood up from the bed and decided to remove all the jewelry. She started with the heavy earrings and then the heavy necklaces she wore. She haphazardly threw them on the dressing table while she slowly rubbed her neck. Her eyes went to her mangalsutra tied around her neck, and anger bubbled inside her. She harshly removed it, throwing it near the other jewelry.

Her hatred for Virat reached new heights. She even hated his shadow, but it didn't overpower her fear of him.

Virat was a dangerous man. He didn't think before doing something, and she clearly remembered when he had locked her up and she ran away defying him. He looked ready to kill her.

The thought of him made her shiver. Her insides churned at the thought of sharing a room with this type of man.

Tears leaked from her beautiful brown eyes. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The vermillion on her forehead loudly taunted her about being bound to him.

Sobbing, she wiped the vermillion with her hand as if removing it would free her from this forced marriage, free her from this cage, free her from Virat.

The little satisfaction she felt while rubbing it from her forehead soon disappeared as Virat made his entry inside the room.

The first thing he did was lock the room from the inside.

Ruhi's breath hitched when she saw him locking them inside his room. Her eyes slowly traveled to his state his hair was disheveled, his shirt creased, and the aura around him made him more dangerous. His face glowed in the dim light, and he looked like a devil.

She saw him looking at her from head to toe, making her scared, and nervously she shifted on her feet. Her lips parted when she saw his face morph into anger when he took in her appearance. The corner of his lips tilted, and his mouth formed a menacing snarl as he moved towards her with calculated steps.

Ruhi cowered back into the dressing table, pressing herself more and more into it as he stood exactly in front of her.

"Mangalsutra kaha hai tumhara?" he asked, his face stoic, his voice containing a dangerous edge.

Ruhi zipped her lips, her mouth unable to form any words, her trembling becoming more evident.

But Virat was in no mood to play today, and her lack of an answer made his anger reach new heights.

"BOLO!" he shouted, grabbing her forearm tightly and pulling her near himself. His grip was like a vice, bruising her delicate skin.

Ruhi whimpered at the suddenness of the movement as well as her fear. She sobbed and whimpered, knowing he was in no mood to leave her today.

Virat's darkened eyes surveyed her face. She had turned red from all the sobbing she had done. His hold was strong, hurting her arm in the process. His eyes went to the dressing table and saw the mangalsutra lying haphazardly there.