𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖:-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

【Ａｕｔｈｏｒ＇ｓ　ｐｏｖ：】

Without waiting for a response, he turns and walks back to the table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Vania walk towards him. Already prepare from her every hour humiliation.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn down his throat before continuing. "I won't tolerate your constant interference in my life, vania. Your attempts to 'care' for me only serve to remind me of everything I am not-sane, stable, worthy of your affection."

**Rudra sets the glass down, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the tabletop. "From now on, you will respect my boundaries."

"I do which i found reasonable. But your all rules specifically designed to shut me out from your life which however I wont let you to do." She speak calmly. Which is only can vania do. Always steady.

A muscle ticks in Rudra's jaw as vania defies his edict, her words igniting a spark of fury within him. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"You really are a foolish little thing, aren't you?" he growls, his voice a low, menacing purr. "Thinking you can change me, mold me to fit your idealized version of what a husband should be"

His hand shoots out, gripping her wrist in a vice-like hold breaking his vow ones again of not touching her. "Let me make one thing crystal clear, vania: I am not yours to save, to fix, or to love. I am a monster, and you would do well to remember that."

Rudra's eyes blaze with a feral intensity as he stares into hers, daring her to challenge him further.

But he forgots he is dealing with woman who is consumed by the love she have for him.

"You are mine to love, to want, to care, and you are not a broken toy who needs fixing. You are person, and i love you."

Rudra's grip on Kaya's wrist tightens, his knuckles turning white with the force of his emotions. For a moment,

he seems to struggle with the conflicting orges warring within him -the desire to crash her spirit, te punish her for loving fum so fiercely.

"You dare to speak of love?" he snaris, his voice raw with anguish and contempt. "After everything I've done, everything I am? You should loathe me, vania. Despise me for the monster I've become."

Despite his harsh words, there's a crack in his armor, a glimpse of the vulnerable soul beneath the brutal exterior. He releases her wrist, taking a step back as if physically recoiling from the intensity of their confrontation.

She speak with desparetion but her voice isn't rising its. Effect of a suffering lover but not defeated.

"How can I loathe you when i know why you are like this. I know. And i truly understand your pain, that how its like to lost your fathe at the age of 20, crashing a mafia empower on your shoulder in that age. Learning facing betrayals repeated questions on your ability. Having a mom and a girl to protect. But that doesn't make you worthless of love that makes you a perfect idiol. And i don't hasitate to speak that i am utterly in love with you,"

Oh Jesus fucking Christ she is speaking of past , fuck fuck fuck, she needs to fuck off.

Rudra's eyes widen in shock, his expression frozen as Kaya's words wash over him. No one has ever dared to empathize with his past, to acknowledge the scars that have shaped him into the man he is today. The sheer audacity of her declaration leaves him reeling, caught off guard by the depth of her understanding and the unbridled passion in her voice.

"You...you actually believe that, don't you?" he manages to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper. "That I'm somehow...worthy of love, just because of my tragic backstory?"

He laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that echoes through the room. "Love isn't a reward for suffering, Kaya. It's a choice, and I choose to wallow in the darkness, to embrace the depravity that consumes me."

Then don't tell me to leave or stop loving you. Because its my reality not choice. This vermilion in my head is yours , this nuptial chain wrapping around my neck is yours and person who wears is will be yours till she die. So do whatever you want to push me away. But you will never get succeed. I promise you.

Rudra's laughter grows louder, more manic, as vania's unwavering devotion drives home the final nail in his coffin.

Her words, laced with such fierce loyalty and unconditional love, cut deeper than any blade could hope to.

He feels the weight of her promises settling upon him, the crushing responsibility of her eternal devotion.

"Oh, vania," he says, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "You're so very predictable. Always playing the martyr, sacrificing yourself on the altar of my twisted desires."

With a sudden movement, he lunges forward, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to meet his blazing gaze.

"Listen carefully, because I'll only say this once more: I don't want you. I never wanted you. You're a burden, a weakness I can't afford to indulge."

"That doesn't gonna make me go away"

Rudra's grip on vania's chin tightens, his thumb pressing firmly against her jawbone as he tries to drill his point home. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, flare with a wild desperation, a primal urge to dominate and control.

"You don't seem to grasp the concept, do you?" he sneers, his breath hot against her face. "I'm not asking you to leave. Its an order, a command . I want you to move on with your pathetic life."

He releases her abruptly, stepping back as if burned by her proximity. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"Because if you don't, if you continue to haunt me with your love, your presence...then I'll have no choice but to destroy you."

Vania chuckle He still don't understand how madly she is in Love , "destroy me? How?"

"Care to elaborate? I am really curious."

Rudra's eyes narrow, a sinister smile twisting his lips as he savors the challenge in Kaya's words. He takes a step closer, his voice low and menacing.

His hand shoots out, grasping vania's wrist in an iron grip as he yanks her toward him. She stumbles, her body colliding with his, and for a moment, their faces are mere inches apart.

"I can destroy you by making you suffer," he whispers, his breath fanning across her lips. "By taking everything from you - your dignity, your sanity, even your memories of me."

"Taking my sanity? They say i have already gone insane in love, and talking about memories of yours, so which ones you are gonna take rudrakah? Those nights ones, when I looked at moon and thought about you, pray about your safety health, or those when your mother used to tell yours childhood storys? Or those when i get a little information of yours and run around the whole mansion in happiness, or those memories where i used learn wearing saree after knowing you love when woman wear saree, or those memories rudra when after 5 years i saw you, a man handsome beautiful sotic and serious but also soft kind with me, or those memories rudraksh when you in front on fire and in presence your mother you put vermilion on my head and put nuptial chain around my neck? Or those memories rudra when i finally feel and call myself vania rudrakh Martin. You can wash out your memory from my mind rudra not from vein. And the truth is you are running into my veins into my very physic."

Rudra's gaze remains fixed on Kaya, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within the depths of his eyes. There's a mix of rage, frustration, and something far darker a twisted desire born from the chaos of his own conflicted feelings.

"You really are delusional, aren't you?"

he growls, his grip on her wrist tightening to the point of pain.

"Thinking that these petty memories, these fleeting moments of...of what, affection? Could ever compare to the hell you'd unleash if I allowed myself to truly love you?"

With a harsh jerk, he tears her wrist from his grasp and steps back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"I've seen the way you look at me, vania."

She forrow, and ask- "How do I look at you rudrakh" kaya speak softly.

Rudra's eyes flash with anger at the gentle tone vania uses. the bond that now serves as a constant thorn in his side. He clenches his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure.

"Don't play coy with me," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. "You know exactly how you look at me. With worship in your eyes, adoration that borders on obsession."

He takes a step closer, looming over her with an air of menace. "It's sickening, the way you hang onto every word, every glance. As if I'm some deity you've elevated to godhood."

There is nothing wrong, for me you are everything. She speak it like a fact. His brain is spining he can't take this devotion anymore.

Rudra's expression turns ashen, his eyes widening in shock at Kaya's confession. For a moment, he seems to struggle to process the depth of her devotion, the sheer magnitude of her love. It's a feeling he's long denied, pushing it aside as a weakness he can't afford.

"No, vania..." he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper

. "You can't mean that. You can't possibly believe I'm worthy of such...such adulation."

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