Bed Of Betrayal

Sun, 14 Dec 2025 16:11:40 +0000

I moved toward the dressing table, my reflection staring back at me. Dressed in a delicate pink lehenga, my hair neatly adorned, my partition filled with sindoor-I looked exactly as I was meant to be: a newlywed. A wife. A small giggle escaped me, a mix of nervous excitement and joy.

Then, I heard him enter.

I turned, my heart racing as my gaze met my husband's. Heat rushed to my cheeks, deepening into a warm blush. He moved with slow, deliberate strides, his presence dominating the room. Without a word, he sprawled onto the couch, his arms resting lazily on the headrest as his dark, piercing eyes raked over me.

"Strip."

The word landed like a slap.

I blinked, confusion clouding my face.

"What?"

He let out an impatient sigh.

"Did you not hear me? I said strip. Come on, remove your clothes and give me a good show to enjoy."

Shock paralyzed me.

"Reyansh!"
I gasped.

"I don't like the way you're talking to me. I'm your wife, not some stripper!"

He smirked, tilting his head as if amused. Then he laughed-a low, cruel laugh that sent a chill down my spine.

"Wife?"
he sneered.

"Oh, sweetheart, do you really think that's what you are?"
He leaned forward, his gaze dripping with mockery.

"You're nothing more than A toy I dressed up just to break apart."

My breath hitched, my stomach twisting painfully.

He continued mercilessly.

"Did you really believe the lies I fed you? That I was in love with you? That you meant something to me?"

His voice dropped to a whisper, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable.

"God, you really are as pathetic as you were twelve years ago."

Twelve years ago?

What does he mean by that?