CHAPTER 4: “The Deal Sealed in Blood”

"You want my hand? Then take it — with the blood you spilled."

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The Last Peaceful Morning

The morning sun filtered through lace curtains. In another world, it would’ve been a calm day — chai boiling, newspaper pages fluttering, the warm hum of a home that’s still whole.

But the air was heavy in the Sharma house.

Prisha sat at the dining table, untouched toast on her plate. Her mother Savita poured tea with shaking hands. Mahendra stared blankly at the news headlines.

"Rudra Raichand Issues Public Statement: 'I Am Ready to Forgive — But At A Price.'"

Aarav paced in the living room, phone pressed to his ear. “Di… everyone’s pulling out. The office lease? Cancelled. Even your college alumni funding — they’re blacklisting you.”

Savita broke down. “Why is he doing this to us?”

Prisha’s hands curled into fists. “Because I slapped the Devil. And he doesn’t let anyone walk away alive.”

At the Raichand Legal Chamber, Rudra leaned over a glass table, watching his legal team scroll through new drafts.

“Aryan?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Release the documents. Sharma Enterprises will be audited. And make sure the IT department gets that anonymous tip about tax fraud.”

Aryan hesitated. “Sir… that’s her father’s name. It could ruin his career—”

Rudra stood, slow and towering. “She ruined my name in one second. Now I’ll ruin their generations.”

He walked to the window, watching the clouds gather.

“She’s going to wish she never met me.”

Three hours later.

A knock at the Sharma door.

Aarav opened it — and nearly dropped the letter in his hand.

Income Tax Department. Fraud Investigation. Company Account Freeze.

Mahendra looked like someone ripped the earth beneath his feet.

Prisha read the letter. And her vision went black for a moment.

Savita collapsed onto the sofa. “No… no, no, not this. Not his HARDWORKS, too…”

Aarav clutched his head. “He’s killing us slowly.”

And Prisha? She didn’t cry. She walked out.

Into the storm.

AT HIS MANSION

Rudra was in his mansion library when she barged in.

No guards could stop her rage today.

“Rudra Raichand!”

He turned slowly, sipping wine. “My future wife should knock.”

She slammed the marriage contract on the table. “You’re destroying an innocent man!”

“You slapped me before millions,” he said coldly. “This is the price.”

“He’s my father!”

“And you’re mine.”

She trembled. “You’re sick.”

He stepped closer. “Maybe. But my sickness wears a mangalsutra now.”

“You want revenge?” she said, voice shaking. “Then take it out on me. Not them.”

“I already am.”

Silence.

Then… he whispered:

“Marry me in 3 days. Or your father will sleep behind bars before sunset.”

That night, Prisha sat beside her sleeping mother. Her father was in the next room, his BP rising dangerously.

She looked at her hands — shaking, unsure.

Aarav entered silently. “Di… the lawyers came. They say if you marry Rudra… he’ll pull back everything.”

She looked up, broken.

“Is that what you want?”

“No,” she said. “But maybe it’s what I have to do.”

She walked out into the night.

Drove to Raichand Global.

Entered the same glass office where Rudra waited like a vulture.

“Prepare the media,” she said.

His eyes lit up.

“Three days from now,” she said. “I become your bride.”

“But with one condition,” she added.

He smirked. “I love conditions.”

“I won’t love you. I won’t obey you. And I won’t be yours, no matter how many chains you use.”

He walked up, brushing hair from her face.

“That’s fine,” he whispered. “As long as you look like mine… and bleed like mine.”

✨ End of Chapter 4

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The preparations begin. The bride breaks down behind locked doors. Rudra picks her bridal dress himself. Aarav confronts him. And on the day of the engagement… a shocking twist.

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