I never planned to marry Devansh Agnihotri. But when my family's life hung in the balance, choice became a luxury I couldn't afford. He didn't marry me for love. He married me for revenge. Inside his mansion, I am not a wife. I am a living reminder of everything he lost-and he makes sure I feel the weight of it every single day. Hatred isn't a privilege only he gets to claim. I hate him. For the vows that feel like shackles. For the way his presence alone dictates the air I breathe. For how he watches me with the patience of a predator who knows his prey has nowhere to run. This marriage wasn't built to break me fast. It was designed to hollow me out slowly, piece by piece, until nothing remains. What terrifies me most isn't my need to escape. It's the certainty in his eyes that I never will-and that running will only make the hunt more satisfying.