Tej-Tara : The Yuvaraj's Destruction
68 parts Ongoing MatureTejendra~~~~~
Loving Drishti was my only truth.
Marriage was never supposed to change that.
I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more.
She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her.
And I hate her for it.
Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her.
But I do.
My punishment.
My addiction.
My downfall.
Nayantara~~~~~
I was never meant to love my husband.
Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman.
I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does.
I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him.
Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze.
My cage.
My lesson.
My husband.