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" Now fill the vermilion in the parting of her hair and make her wear the mangalsutra (Scared necklace)" I heard the voice of the priest say to him. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm my quivering lips. A wave of numbness washed over me, and with my head lowered, my eyes shut tight, I felt his hand touch the center of my hairline, applying the vermilion to the parting of my hair. He filled my hairline and placed the mangalsutra around my neck. A solitary tear escaped my eye, betraying the overwhelming sadness within me. That was it. "Now, I pronounce you, husband and wife" the priest's voice echoed in the hall, accompanied by the applause of the people who reveled in my misfortune. I became his. In a single moment, with a snap of fingers, my entire life, my world, everything changed. So drastically, as if someone had plummeted from the heights of a mountain and landed in the depths of a rushing river, all in an instant. I married a person I had never envisioned marrying. After the passing of my parents, I yearned for love, for something better, longing to feel important, and this was it. My hopes died here, my desires ended here, my cravings were consumed here, and I came to an end. Because to him, I am merely "his precious possession." Now, I am no longer Aradhya Kapoor; I am Aradhya Abhimanyu Singh Rathore, bound by the vows of marriage. He promised to make me his, by any means necessary, and he stayed true to his words. He was consumed by obsession, going to great lengths to possess me. He plucked me like a flower from the garden, and now he became my captor, enclosing me within a beautiful jar, to be admired by him solely . Mafia's heartbeat: A saga of obsession and forbidden Love's allure A dark romance story by - KS