TRAILER
"I didn’t steal her. I bought her. Fair and square. Her husband handed her over like property, and I paid the price. Her tears? Not my concern. Her children? Not my problem. She belongs to me now. And I don’t share what I own."
- Kiaan Singhania
Adira
Daddy? Where is my mommy? All the kids in school have a mommy that loves them, cares for them, makes them a delicious lunchbox, why don't I have a mommy who does that for me?
Kiaan
Adira... How many times should I ask you beta, not to ask me these stupid questions?
Nanny
Sir, I did all the things you asked me to do exactly like how you asked me to do? Please... Don't kill me. I have a f-family to support. It's not my fault if Adira baby is so spoiled-
Kiaan
*shoots in the head without letting her finish that sentence** Don't you dare say anything about Adira.
Mrs. Singhania
A child needs a mother Vivaan. Adira wants one too. It's not the maids fault. *a little sad about the death of the maid but acts like she was used to it**
Kiaan
I cannot marry a woman unless I like her. After Anjali, I don't think that's going to happen.
Kiaan
*scoffs* Do you have kids Pranay?
Pranay
Of course sir. I have two kids. An elder son and a younger daughter and a lovely wife.
Kiaan
Sounds like your life is picture-perfect?
Pranay
It's the usual... Boss.
Kiaan
I'd like you to bring your wife and kids to the party tonight, at my palace?
Jivika
Darshit? Why did you let Aarna get that glass of juice? You know those glasses are too big for her tiny hands *gets some tissues and wipes Aarna's clothes**
Jivika
Tch. Look, now she might get sick again.
Adira
*watches all this at the party and becomes sad** Grandpa...?
Mr. Singhania
Yes, dear? *picks her up in his arms**
Adira
You know I want a mommy. If you can't find me one, can I find one myself?
Mr. Singhania
*darts his eyes in the direction Adira was pointing to.** You mean that woman with two kids?
Mr. Singhania
If my only granddaughter wants something, she is going to get it.
Pranay
Jivika, meet my boss, Kiaan Singhania. I told him about you today at the office, and he asked me to bring you along tonight.
Jivika
Nice to meet you, sir.
Kiaan
Tell me something Pranay? How much would you rate your wife for?
Pranay
She is a ten out of ten sir!
Kiaan
No. *chuckles darkly and leans closer* I meant... For how much would you sell your wife to me?
Kiaan
I can offer you that CEO's position you've been eyeing in my Bandra office?
Pranay
But sir... M-my kids love her!
Kiaan
That's not my problem, is it?
Jivika
He's called us to dinner? What about the kids?
Pranay
We'll drop them to my parents place.
Jivika
I don't know why but your boss gives me the creeps. Can we not skip this dinner?
Pranay
They're offering me a position of CEO. It's really important for me.
Kiaan
*smirks* Do you even know what your husband offered in exchange for that position Mrs. Jivika Verma?
Kiaan
He offered me your name.
Jivika
P-Pranay? I-Is this true?
Pranay
It's just for a couple of nights until he gets bored with-
Jivika
*slaps hard across his cheeks** You think just because I am your wife you have a right to sell me for someone to buy?!
Kiaan
*grabs her hand and pulls her closer** Mrs. Jivika Verma, even if he doesn't have a right to sell you but I, Kiaan Singhania has the absolute right to buy anything and any person I want. I bought YOU.
Kiaan
Now, I'd ask you to get down on your fucking knees and treat me like you should as my purchased slave.
This is not a love story born out of trust.
It’s the story of a woman sold by the man she once called her husband…
And the man who bought her, not to save her,
but to keep her.
This book contains mature and disturbing themes, including:
→Human trafficking and commodification of a woman
→A mother being forcefully separated from her children
→Psychological manipulation, control, and isolation
→Marital betrayal and emotional abandonment
→Dubious consent and coerced intimacy
→Possessive obsession and captivity under the guise of protection
This story explores raw, unsettling power dynamics.
Read only if you can handle the darkness.
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