Chapter 2 – The Deal
Aanya didn’t sleep that night.
How could she?
Every time she closed her eyes, his voice came back.
“Marry me… or lose everything.”
It didn’t make sense.
Who was he?
Why her?
And how did he know so much about her life?
Her phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the silence.
An unknown number.
Her fingers hesitated… but she picked up.
“Time is ticking.”
His voice.
Cold. Calm. Dangerous.
Aanya’s grip tightened on the phone.
“Who are you?”
A soft chuckle came from the other side.
“Someone who can save you.”
Her heart dropped.
Save her?
“From what?” she whispered.
Silence.
And then—
“Your father’s debt.”
Everything inside her froze.
How did he know that?
The hospital bills.
The loans.
The calls they had been ignoring for weeks.
No one was supposed to know.
“I’m listening,” she said, her voice barely steady.
The next evening, Aanya found herself standing in front of a luxury hotel.
The kind of place she had only seen in movies.
Her reflection in the glass doors looked… small.
Out of place.
This was a mistake.
It had to be.
But before she could turn away—
“You came.”
Her breath caught.
He was standing right behind her.
Just as calm. Just as unreadable.
And somehow… even more intimidating up close.
Aanya turned slowly, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
“Start talking.”
For a second, something flickered in his gaze.
Amusement.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.
“Straight to the point. I like that.”
“I don’t,” she snapped. “So stop playing games.”
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
And then—
He handed her a file.
“Open it.”
Her hands shook as she flipped it open.
Page after page.
Numbers. Documents. Signatures.
Her father’s name.
Her stomach dropped.
This wasn’t just debt.
This was destruction.
If this got out…
They would lose everything.
Her home.
Her dignity.
Her future.
Aanya looked up at him, panic rising in her chest.
“What do you want?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he leaned slightly closer, his voice low enough that only she could hear—
“A wife.”
Her heart stopped.
“No,” she said instantly, shaking her head. “No, that’s insane—”
“In return,” he cut her off smoothly,
“Your father’s debt disappears.”
Silence.
Heavy. Crushing silence.
Aanya’s mind raced.
This wasn’t a proposal.
It was a trap.
A deal she couldn’t afford to accept…
But couldn’t afford to refuse either.
She swallowed hard.
“Why me?”
This time, his expression changed.
Just for a second.
Dark. Personal.
Dangerous.
“Because,” he said quietly,
“Your family owes me more than just money.”
Aanya’s breath hitched.
What did that mean?
Before she could ask—
He stepped back.
Composed again. Untouchable.
“You have 24 hours, he repeated.
“But if I were you…”
He paused.
And for the first time, his voice carried something colder than before.
“I wouldn’t take too long.”
Aanya stood there long after he walked away.
The file is still in her hands.
Her heart is still racing.
Her life… hanging in the balance of a decision she never wanted to make.
And deep down—
She knew one thing.
This wasn’t just a marriage.
It was the beginning of something far worse.
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