❝𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚.❞ ˗ˏˋ ⋆ ❀ ⋆ ˎˊ˗ "R-Ranveer-wait, the condom-" "I hear it," he murmurs, tone dark and dominant. "S-Shall we c-change... it?" I manage to ask. He looks at the tiny hole and smirks, still holding me close. "Forget it, wife. Not worth stopping, and I don't intend to waste time grabbing another," he growls, gaze locking onto mine. I swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heartbeat, my body still buzzing from every previous thrust, my senses on fire from him. "I... I can go get one-" I stammer, preparing to stand. He grabs my waist, pinning me down. "You're not going anywhere, wifey," he says, voice low and dangerous. Dirty words pour from his mouth, sending electric jolts straight to my core. My thighs clench instinctively. ˗ˏˋ ⋆ ❀ ⋆ ˎˊ˗ 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬-𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? Arranged marriage. Possession. Kidnapping. Betrayal. A high-stakes love triangle that will leave you breathless. The story has just begun! ˗ˏˋ ⋆ ❀ ⋆ ˎˊ˗ ⚠️ 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⚠️ Contains abuse, stalking, sexual content (consensual + assault/rape), violence, mature themes. Sexual assault is depicted as trauma, not romance. Reader discretion strongly advised.