As I said, "Let's get married," he gently pushed my hands aside and stepped back, his expression serious.
"You don't understand what you're asking," he replied, clearly disinterested. "I have no intention of pursuing this." He tried to leave, but I could see determination forming in my eyes.
In that moment, I felt a surge of desperation. "If you move another inch," I declared, my voice laced with anger and menace, "I'll turn your life into a living nightmare. You rejected my proposal, but now I'll ensure that every day brings you more pain. And I'll expose even more secrets – dare you, Aryan!"
"What?" I asked, stunned by her unexpected aggression.
Goodness, how did things escalate so rapidly? Why must she force me into marriage when there are surely other options, like marrying a businessman to save face and her company? This arrogant CEO has no right to push me like this.
"Dare me, Aryan!" she challenged, her threat hanging heavy in the air.
