Kavya’s eyes fluttered open slowly as the first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom..... The massive bed felt even larger now in the quiet dawn..... Her body ached in unfamiliar ways..... The marks on her neck and breasts from Raghav’s possessive mouth throbbed gently, reminding her of the long night before..... She was barely twenty, tiny and innocent, now bound to a man thirteen years older who ruled her world with strict silence and ruthless control.....

It was six in the morning..... She sat up carefully, her long dark hair messy and falling over her shoulders..... The mangalsutra rested heavily between her breasts, a constant symbol of her new reality..... Ayush had run away, leaving her here with his elder brother..... Raghav Singhania..... the strict, ruthless businessman who spoke little but demanded everything.....