The Mistress, The Marriage, The Mistake"

The wedding was over.

You didn’t cry. Not because you weren’t broken — but because there was no space left to cry. The diamond-studded lehenga wrapped around your body didn’t feel like celebration. It felt like a cage.

You hadn’t married a man. You were sold, signed off, sacrificed into the arms of a man who never even glanced at you while the priest chanted the vows.

Aarav Sehgal. A name whispered in boardrooms and feared in back alleys. India’s youngest billionaire. A ruthless tycoon in luxury design — and the hidden hand behind an underground empire of power, blood, and fear.

He was not meant to be yours. Because his heart — or whatever remained of it — belonged to someone else.

Kiara Malhotra. His mistress. His girlfriend. His obsession. Kiara was only was only wih him for his money,fame,reputation and Aarav was unaware of it he didn't knew about it.....

You now sat quietly on one end of the enormous black velvet couch in the grand hall of his mansion — a structure so vast, it felt like a museum of wealth. Black marble floors. Chandeliers like frozen fire. And silence louder than any scream.

Then came the heels. Sharp. Confident. Cruel.

You looked up.

She entered first. Draped in blood-red satin, the fabric hugging her body like sin. Kiara.

Then him.

Aarav Sehgal walked in behind her, slowly, as if the world had to pause for him. Black shirt. Open collar. A crystal whiskey glass dangling from two fingers. He wasn’t exhausted from the rituals. He was untouched by them.

Kiara smiled — cruel and victorious — and walked straight to him. In full view of the guests, of his family, of you… She straddled his lap. Wrapped her arms around him. Whispered something near his ear.

And he let her. Without shame. Without hesitation.

You didn’t move. But inside, your world shifted.

Then his voice came — deep, calm, cutting.

“Don’t expect love here.” “Don’t expect loyalty. Don’t expect anything at all.”

Finally, his gaze cut into you. Eyes like steel and silence.

“But you wear my ring now. That means you belong to me.” “And if any man even looks at you… he won’t see another sunrise.” Kiara chuckled. Her hand lazily brushing through his hair. To them, you were the shadow in the corner of the room.

But they didn’t know.

You didn’t ask for this life. You were dragged into it. But now — you were in it.

You are the wife. Not the mistress. And that means something in this world.

So here’s the question now: Can you make him yours? Can you make Aarav Sehgal fall — not for the woman on his lap, but for the one who carries his name?

Maybe. If you choose to.

Because one day, his eyes will open. And he’ll see Kiara for what she really is — a lie draped in lust. And you? You’ll be the truth he ignored.

But tonight… He kisses another woman. And dares you to stay silent.

Later on he will fall for you.....