Not Your Dogs!
I've been pacing in my room for the past three hours. Still no sign of my father.
Three hours since his men dragged us from the airport and threw us back into this gilded cage.
Just thinking about what they might’ve done to Vivaan makes me sick—but I can’t fall apart. Not yet.
A sharp knock cuts through the silence.
My head whips toward the door so fast it nearly snaps my neck.
I take a long breath, then another. Pulling the mask back on. Becoming Inaya Mahajan—the one they all fear.
The door creaks open. Suman aunty steps inside, eyes fixed to the floor.
Suman Aunty
“Inaya madam... Sahab ji has called you."
Inaya Mahajan(FL)
I stormed into his study without knocking. “Where the f*ck is Vivaan? What have you done to him?”
He looks up, ice in his stare. The same eyes that haunted my childhood. The same blank expression he’s worn ever since my mother left us.
Without a word, he gestures to the desk. A row of photographs lies in front of him.
Devendra Mahajan
“Pick one."
Inaya Mahajan(FL)
I scoff. “Really, father? This is your grand solution?”
Devendra Mahajan
“If you won’t choose, I will,” replies coldly
I slam my fist on the table.
Inaya Mahajan(FL)
"I've told you before, and I'll say it one last time. I will not marry one of your dogs."
Something shifts in his face. For a moment, his calm shatters, rage rising like smoke under glass.
The last time I saw that look, I was seven. That's when he told me, 'You don't even deserve my anger.'
Turns out, I still don't.
Devendra Mahajan
"Fine. You don't want to marry one of them?"
His voice was too calm. Dangerous.
Inaya Mahajan(FL)
"Father-"
Devendra Mahajan
"Vikram!"
I clenched my jaw ,Of course. He never backs down without a backup plan.
Within thirty seconds, Vikram appeared at the door like the loyal shadow he is.
Devendra Mahajan
"Find a man for madam."
Devendra Mahajan
"She's getting married today."
Inaya Mahajan(FL)
My heart dropped. "I will n-"
He didn't even look at me.
Devendra Mahajan
"Do you want to know where Vivaan is?"
Because that's what he does. He doesn't need fists. Just words.
And this time, he'd aimed straight for the only thing left that could break me.
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