She ran into the forest. He followed. Not to hurt her. To prove a point.

“Let me go, Ayaan.”

“Never.” His voice dropped. “You think I married you for convenience? You think this is about money?”

“You broke my trust,” she said, tears mixing with rain.

“I told you then,” he whispered, pulling her closer. “Agar tu gira, toh main utha ke le jaunga.”