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I was lost in thought, still reeling from my recent struggles, when I ran into my college friends at the wedding. For a brief moment, their warm smiles and familiar banter made me forget my pain. They were eager to dance and tried to coax me onto the dance floor, but I politely declined. The memory of Rudransh's furious face when he saw me dancing at his relative's wedding still haunted me. I had no idea why he was so angry, but he was livid, refusing to listen to my uncle's pleas to calm down. I had to promise never to dance again before he allowed me back into the house. I had to give up something I loved, something I was good at - dancing. I had even won competitions in college, but it was all gone now. As his wife, I knew he would be enraged if he found out I danced again. And I couldn't break the promise I made to him.

So, I lied to my friends, telling them my ankle was sprained, and I couldn't dance. After the wedding, I spent two wonderful days with my friend and her in-laws, but my reprieve was short-lived. As I returned home, the watchman stopped me, and my heart sank. What now?

"Madam, I'm sorry, but sir ordered me not to allow you inside," the watchman said, his expression apologetic.

I was taken aback. "What? But why?" I demanded, but he just shrugged.

"I don't know, madam."

I quickly dialed Rudransh's number, but he disconnected my call. I felt a surge of anxiety and decided to go to his office, but the watchman there gave me the same response. I stood outside, waiting for Rudransh to emerge, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Finally, he stepped out, and I approached him, but he ignored me, as if I was invisible.

"Rudransh..." I began, but he cut me off.

"Sir, call me sir. This is the office." I felt a sting from his rebuke.

"But I came here as your wife."

"Tell me," he said curtly. I explained how I was barred from entering our home, and he confirmed my fears.

"Yes, I did. You're not allowed into my house or office."

I was desperate for answers. "But why? What did I do?"

His response was laced with venom. "You felt confined at home and wanted to go outside. Now you're standing outside on the street, where you belong. You didn't like being safe at home and wanted to roam the streets. Girls like you love being on the streets, not at home. So, I freed you. Enjoy your freedom."

I understood the malice behind his words and felt a chill run down my spine.

"Rudransh!" I shouted, but his staff looked on, and he glared at me, silencing me.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to shout, but..." I trailed off, trying to compose myself.

Rudransh's words cut deep. "A girl who loves to be on streets would also behave cheaply only. How could she know to respect her husband and behave decently? My parents did a blunder by bringing a cheap girl like you to our house."

I fought back tears, feeling a stinging sensation in my eyes.

"Rudransh, please allow me into our house." But he was unmoved.

"I did that until now. I didn't object to your job. I allowed you to work, but still, you felt confined at home. Now I freed you. You can roam as much as you want on the streets."

I felt desperation creeping in. "Rudransh, I am sorry for going against you." But he was relentless.

"It's too late to apologize. You should have done this on that day. But now you have no place in my house. In these two days, did you call me at least once? No, because you felt happy being free and forgot that you are a married woman. You love to be free but not as a married woman."

With that, he turned and left in his car, leaving me shattered. I went back to the house, hoping he would relent, but he didn't come home. I waited, and when he finally arrived late at night, he ignored me and went inside. I stood near the tree, waiting for him, but soon exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep. I was jolted awake by someone calling my name, and I opened my eyes with fear, only to find our watchman standing over me. it was our watchman.

"Madam, sir ordered me to ask you to come inside," the watchman said.

I nodded, hesitant, and walked inside the gate, but stopped near the door, wondering if this was a trap. Rudransh never forgave easily.

"Come inside," he said, his voice firm, sitting on the sofa with a serious expression. I entered slowly, my heart racing.

"I allowed you inside doesn't mean you're forgiven. Get on your knees, bend your head before me, and apologize for your words that day."

I hesitated, feeling a surge of defiance. "But I didn't say anything wrong."

However, seeing him stand up, I retreated, fearing his anger.

"Is it? As you're a woman, I thought leaving you outside at night wasn't safe. So I allowed you inside, but I think you haven't learned your lesson yet. Fine, get lost. You need more punishment." He reached for my hand, and I knew I had to act fast to avoid being thrown out again. I dropped to my knees, as he ordered.

"I'm sorry for going against you. Please forgive me," I said, lowering my head in submission with tears.

"Look, from now on, you're not allowed to go to the office either. You're completely confined to this house. Otherwise, I'll throw you outside permanently, so you'll understand how safe it is outside."

"But..."

I wanted to protest, but he cut me off.

"Just shut your mouth, or you'll be kneeling here all night. Do you want that?" I nodded, silenced, and stayed quiet.

"Get up, go to the room." I lay in bed, feeling defeated, and Rudransh touched my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Is the pain in your lower abdomen cured?" Rudransh asked, his tone firm but with a hint of concern.

"Yes," I replied, wondering why he cared.

"Can I...?" he started, but stopped, leaving me puzzled.

Does he ever ask permission for anything? Why is he behaving strangely now? After all, I'm nothing but a slave to him, forced to do his bidding. I tried to escape by finding a job elsewhere after completing my education, but every company rejected me, despite my skills and qualifications. Rudransh revealed that they feared him, and he forbade me from working outside, claiming I'd tarnish his reputation. I didn't understand how I became a part of his family when he never treated me as one. He only allowed me to work in his office, dictating every move I made. His wealth and influence intimidated others, making them conform to his will.

I've seen how Rudransh's wealth and intellect can be intimidating. He has a way of speaking that commands attention, making others calm yet fearful of him. The company, founded by uncle, was once small, but under Rudransh's leadership, it flourished. His innovative ideas and tireless efforts propelled the business to new heights, with branches sprouting up across the nation. His achievements earned him the prestigious Best Successful Young Entrepreneur Award within just two years. As I reflect on his accomplishments, I feel a mix of emotions - pride in his success, but also sadness. He seems to view relationships through the same lens as his business dealings, leaving me feeling like a pawn in his game of power and control.

He hurts me, but ironically, he can't bear the thought of someone else causing me pain. If anyone dares to harm me, he unleashes his wrath, revealing the full extent of his power. I've seen it happen to those who made the mistake of commenting negatively about me on our wedding day. Rudransh made sure they suffered the consequences - their sons lost their jobs, and IT officers raided their homes, seizing their properties for tax evasion. Everyone knew Rudransh was behind it all. He's a man shrouded in mystery, and I've been trying to unravel his enigma for so long because, despite everything, I love him. His complexity draws me in, and I'm determined to understand him more.

Why does Rudransh hate me so intensely? Will I ever see a glimmer of love in his eyes for me? These questions haunt me, but I've never found the answers. As I pondered, my eyes began to well up with tears, but I swiftly wiped them away. I refused to let my emotions get the better of me, especially not in front of the one person who seemed to take pleasure in my pain - my tormentor, Rudransh. I steeled myself, determined not to show weakness, even as my heart ached with the uncertainty of our toxic relationship.

Rudransh's voice cut through my tears. "Why are you crying? If you're not ready for love making, just say so. I'm not a rapist to force you."

I quickly shook my head, trying to compose myself. "No, I don't mean it, Rudransh."

He seemed to accept my response, saying, "Okay, sleep. I will also sleep."

But then I hesitated, feeling a mix of emotions. "I am ready for it," I said finally, lying down on the bed. Rudransh loomed over me, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I clutched the bedsheet, my heart racing. He kissed my eyes, his gaze locking onto mine for a moment. Then, he asked, "Did you dance in the wedding?" I froze, my mind racing.

"No. I promised you that I will never dance. So I didn't, and I will never," I assured him. Rudransh's expression changed, his kisses ceasing. He stared at me for what felt like an eternity before pulling my dress away and throwing it to the floor. In seconds, I was completely naked, his eyes scanning my body, making me feel exposed and uncomfortable.

Rudransh's voice was low and husky as he said, "You have a beautiful body. On our first night, I didn't notice well, as I was angry at you."

I remained silent, unsure how to respond. He seemed to expect a reaction, asking, "Don't you have manners to thank someone when they compliment you?"

But his words felt more like an insult, reducing me to a mere object for his pleasure. If only he could see the love I held for him, the love that kept me by his side despite his cruelty.

"Thank you," I whispered finally, my voice barely audible. He brushed his forefinger against my lips. My lips quivered at his touch, and then he slowly kissed me, his lips gentle. "I love the way your body responds to my touch," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I felt a mix of emotions: love, fear, and a deep sadness that he couldn't see the depth of my feelings for him.

Rudransh's kisses danced across my skin, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. It was as if he loved me, cherished me, and wanted to savor every moment. He wasn't in a hurry to make love, instead taking his time to explore my body with gentle, loving kisses. His fingers traced my curves, and his lips followed, leaving me breathless. When he finally entered me, he looked into my eyes, his gaze soft with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. "Is it paining? Should I withdraw?" he asked again, his touch gentle. I shook my head, and he continued, his movements slow and deliberate. Afterward, he kissed my forehead, his lips soft.

"Don't get up," he whispered, getting out of bed to retrieve something from the wardrobe. He returned with a gentle smile and slowly massaged my lower abdomen, his touch soothing and comforting. For a moment, I forgot about the pain and the fear, lost in the tenderness of his touch.

Rudransh's words caught me off guard. "You won't get pain this time, my love," he said, and I couldn't believe my ears. Did he just call me "love"? I asked, my voice trembling with hope.

"What did you say?"

But he quickly crushed my dreams. "It was just a casual kind of calling. Don't be that happy because I will never love you. I am just waiting for the time to leave you."

His words stung, but I tried to remain calm. He continued, his tone menacing.

"One more time, if you try going out here and there without my permission, I will not be as soft as I was this time. I will make your feet regret leaving the house, and you'll be begging me for forgiveness. Don't think my dad can save you from me. No one can, except for your behavior. Be good, and then I will consider treating you good without punishing you." He sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "Don't even think of leaving this house and staying away, because I will make sure you can't find a job anywhere, and you'll come back begging me to let you inside. So, better not even try that stunt."

I felt a surge of defiance, and I met his gaze, my voice steady.

"I never said I will leave you because I love you," I said, my voice firm but cautious. Rudransh's reaction was immediate. His eyes locked onto mine, blazing with intensity, and his hands clenched into fists. For a moment, I wondered what I had done to spark such anger in him. Had I pushed him too far? I felt a shiver run down my spine as he glared at me, his expression unreadable. I held my breath, bracing myself for his response, unsure of what would come next.

Hi readers, how is the episode? Why is Rudransh angry with her when she confess her love? Why is he trying to keep her with him though he hates her? Does he hate her or obsessed with her? Keep guessing and let me know through comments.