Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love.

He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.

Vaidehi's breathing grew heavy. She truly felt like she was suffocating. The fear was clearly visible in her eyes, and silent tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

With her small hands, she tried to push Samrat away... but he stood there like a rock.

"Breathing... is getting... difficult... please... leave me..." Her voice trembled, but her words didn't seem to reach him.

Suddenly, Samrat stepped back.

But he was still gripping both her arms so tightly that the marks of his fingers were clearly visible on her skin.

Samrat's eyes were red-with anger, madness... or maybe something even deeper.

He was only 26 years old... But his personality was such that even powerful people bowed in front of him.

And in this college... he was nothing less than a king.

"Having trouble breathing?" Samrat's voice was heavy and dangerous, like a wounded lion. "You should've remembered that when you were laughing and chatting with your so-called friend! Did you even remember for a second who you belong to?"

Vaidehi's entire body trembled. She slowly looked up at him, crying. "He's just a friend..."

"Shut up!" Samrat shouted. His voice was so loud that even the paperweight on the table shook. "You are my wife. Samrat Pratap Singh's wife! And you were talking so casually with another guy? Do you even realize what kind of fire you're playing with?"

Tears kept streaming down Vaidehi's face. Gathering courage, she spoke in a trembling voice- "Today... today you remembered that I'm your wife? For the past three months, you haven't even spoken to me properly. In this house, I'm just a shadow for you... and today you're claiming rights over me?"

A faint, sinister smile appeared on Samrat's lips. He suddenly pulled Vaidehi closer. Now there were only inches between them.

"Rights?" he whispered near her ear in a low but dangerous tone, "You are my wife, Vaidehi. Whether you accept your rights over me or not... but you belong to me. Completely. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. Don't mistake my silence for weakness."

Vaidehi looked at him in disbelief.

A 22-year-old girl, still completing her studies... she had never imagined that her calm, disciplined professor husband could be this possessive from within.

Samrat was the most powerful and influential professor in the college... but for Vaidehi, he was just a stranger of a husband- who hadn't even looked at her with love in the past three months.

Suddenly, Samrat pushed her away, as if he was angry at himself. He turned and stood in front of the large glass window, from where the entire campus was visible.

His back was now facing Vaidehi.

The room once again fell into a heavy silence.

Vaidehi stood there, trembling, fixing her disheveled kurti."Get out." Samrat's voice was now cold and lifeless.

"Get out of my cabin, Vaidehi... before I lose control again."

For a moment, Vaidehi looked at him. Her sobs grew deeper.

She couldn't understand-

should she hate this man... or feel something for the right he had shown for the first time today?

Without saying a word, she picked up her bag and ran toward the door, crying.

The door slammed shut.

Standing alone in the room, Samrat clenched his fists.

The mirror on the wall clearly reflected the fire burning in his eyes.

What had happened in the college still lingered in Vaidehi's heart. Her heart was beating like a frightened bird trapped inside a cage.

After leaving Samrat's cabin, she didn't look back even once. She walked quickly and stepped out of the college gate.

Samrat Pratap Singh... the heir of the richest and most powerful family in the city.

Yet, he had never even allowed Vaidehi to sit in his car.

Three months of marriage...

to the world, they were husband and wife,

but in college-just a professor and a student.

Samrat always left alone in his black Mercedes...

and Vaidehi had to travel by auto or bus every time.

The same thing happened today.

Vaidehi wiped her tears, took an auto, and headed toward that luxurious apartment-

where perhaps another punishment was waiting for her.

The penthouse on the 25th floor in the city's most posh area was nothing less than a palace.

As soon as Vaidehi opened the heavy, carved door... everything inside was just as it always was-

cold, formal... and completely lifeless.

In the drawing room, her mother-in-law, Rukmini Devi, was talking on the phone about some party.

"Yes, the catering must be perfect... there should be no shortcomings," her voice was sharp and commanding.

She glanced at Vaidehi once...

and then looked away.On the other side of the sofa, her father-in-law, Pratap Singh, was reading a business newspaper while sipping tea.

He looked up from the paper-

"You're late today?"

"Y-yes... I had some work in the library," Vaidehi replied softly.

Her voice was trembling...

but in this house, no one was close enough to notice that tremor.

Here, everything was 'normal.'

As if nothing had happened at all.

Around 8 in the evening, Samrat came home.

As always-calm, composed... and unreadable.

Everyone sat together at the dining table.

Samrat kept talking to his parents about business and college...

but he didn't look at Vaidehi even once.

As if that storm from the afternoon...

meant nothing to him.

Vaidehi quietly ate her food...

or rather-tried to swallow it.

What scared her the most now wasn't Samrat's anger...

it was this silence of his.

As soon as dinner ended, she went to her room.

The room was at the corner of the 25th floor.

Large glass windows were open.

Cool air flowed inside...

and the velvet curtains swayed gently.

Vaidehi stood near the window, looking at the city lights below.

She wanted to cry...

but maybe even her tears were tired now.

Around 11, the door opened.

Samrat walked in.

He took off his watch, removed his coat... and without saying a word, opened his laptop and started working.

The same silence spread across the room again.

Vaidehi went to the other side of the bed and lay down.

She closed her eyes... as if sleep could save her from all this.

After a while-

One side of the bed dipped.

Vaidehi's heart started beating fast.

Samrat had kept the laptop aside.

The next moment...

he was very close to her.

His presence... his warmth... his scent-

everything began to surround Vaidehi.

"Fell asleep?" Samrat's deep voice echoed near her ear.

Vaidehi slowly opened her eyes and turned toward him.

His gaze... was the same-

stubborn, sharp... and dangerous.

"I... I was about to sleep. You should sleep..."

she said, clutching the bedsheet tightly.

The air in the room was still moving...

but the atmosphere had suddenly become heavy.

Something was about to happen-

something that might change the direction of their relationship.

Samrat slowly reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair falling over Vaidehi's face.

"Tonight... I'm not in the mood to sleep, Vaidehi."

Vaidehi's heart began to race.

"What do you mean...?"Samrat leaned a little closer. His voice was low, but there was a strange pressure in it.

"It means that you are my wife... and today I want that right of mine... which I've been ignoring for the past three months."

Vaidehi froze as she heard this.

"No... how can this...? You don't even like me... you don't even talk to me properly... then why all this suddenly today?"

A cold glint appeared in Samrat's eyes.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her slightly toward himself.

"Liking or not liking... those are emotional things, Vaidehi," he said in a cold tone.

"Whether I like you or not... that doesn't matter. What matters is that you are mine. And what rights a husband has over his wife... I don't think I need to explain that."

"But this is wrong!" Vaidehi protested immediately.

"You're doing all this in anger... because you saw me with that boy. You're just taking revenge!"

Samrat's face hardened even more.

The very next moment, he pinned Vaidehi onto the bed. His grip was strong... and she couldn't free herself.

"You think you know everything about me... right?"

he said, coming very close to her.

"You think just because I stay silent, it doesn't affect me? That I don't care?"

His voice became even lower-but now it carried a dangerous coldness.

"From today onwards, remove this misunderstanding from your mind."

"Let me go... please, Samrat..."

Vaidehi's eyes filled with tears again.

"Just stop resisting," Samrat said firmly.

"You're my wife. I've controlled myself until now... but not anymore. Today I want my right... and I will take it. Whether you call it love... or my stubbornness."

The cold air in the room grew stronger.

The curtains fluttered wildly... and the moonlight coming through the window fell directly on Samrat's face.

There was no softness left on his face now-

only control... and a strange sense of ego.

Vaidehi looked into his eyes...

and in that very moment, she understood-

Tonight, she was facing that Samrat Pratap Singh...

who didn't know how to lose.

The room was silent...

but within that silence, a storm had already begun.

The silence filling the room had now become heavy.

Vaidehi's breathing was fast... and Samrat's grip was still just as strong.For a few seconds...

or maybe a few moments-

there was only that tension between them, heavy enough to weigh down the air itself.

Samrat kept holding her the same way... but suddenly-

his gaze stopped on Vaidehi's face.

A face drenched in tears...

eyes trembling with fear...

and lips that wanted to say something... but couldn't.

His grip loosened a little.

Just a little.

Vaidehi immediately tried to pull herself back...

but this time, Samrat didn't stop her.

He just kept looking at her.

For the first time...

there was something else in his eyes along with anger-

something even he couldn't understand.

"Are you... afraid of me?"

he asked softly.

Vaidehi didn't answer.

But her trembling body was answer enough.

Samrat looked away.

He took a deep breath... as if fighting with himself.

And then suddenly-

he stepped back.

Vaidehi looked at him in shock.

He got up and walked toward the window.

The cold breeze moved his hair...

but the storm inside him wasn't visible to anyone.

"Go to sleep," he said in a low but firm tone.

Vaidehi sat there for a few seconds...

unable to understand what had just happened.

Just moments ago, the same man...

who was forcing his rights on her-

was now standing away from her.

She slowly curled up at the corner of the bed...

and wrapped the blanket around herself.

Her eyes were still moist...

but along with fear, there was another emotion now-

confusion.

Samrat stood in front of the window.

His fists were clenched.

"Why does it matter..."

he muttered to himself.

"Why does she matter...?"

He was angry-

at himself.

Because he could have hurt her...

but he had stopped himself.

And that very thing was making him even more restless.

Behind him, on the bed-

Vaidehi slowly lay down.

Her eyes were closed... but sleep was far away.

Every time she closed her eyes-

she remembered that same look in Samrat's eyes.

That anger...

that possessiveness...

and then suddenly... him stopping.

Now, the room was filled only with the sound of the wind.

Two people-

in the same room...

but both fighting their own storms within.

The next morning-

Soft sunlight entered through the window.

Vaidehi opened her eyes-

and the first thing she saw was Samrat.

He was sitting on the sofa...

his laptop open, but his gaze wasn't on the screen.

He was just silent.

Very silent.

Vaidehi slowly got up...

she tried to say something-

but the words got stuck in her throat.

Samrat looked at her.

This time, there was no madness in his eyes...

but no softness either.

There was just distance.

A wall...

that had formed during the night.

"Get ready," he said plainly.

"We have to go to college."

As if nothing had happened.

Vaidehi nodded slowly.

So, what's going to happen in this new story... stay tuned to find out!

I hope you'll love Vaidehi and Samrat's characters just like my other stories.

This story is also going to be filled with dark romance, intense emotions, and dangerous twists... where there will be love, but in its most dangerous form.

You'll find passion, fear... and that feeling which will keep you hooked to the story.

So stay connected with this journey...

And yes-

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