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My fingers trembled in my lap as I sat on the terrace. The moonlight fell all over the earth, making it look even more breathtaking in the darkness.

Yes, the darkness could be torn apart by the light of the moon, but what about me?

I thought I could make my career, I would follow my hobby and make myself better in my professional life.

That's what all girls think about, following their hobbies while still managing to balance their professional lives.

But my eyes stung with pain now.

I didn't show it, but look, everything from my past life started to flash in front of my eyes like a reel.

Dr. Ramana's words echoed loudly in my ears,

"You're sick, Khyati. You're suffering from mental disorders."

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at the sky. "Is that what I wanted?"

"No....never..."

"I wanted a life where my family would be beside me, and I found someone who would love me just like my parents."

"But it's impossible to predict what is true and what is fake now."

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Aunty's voice pulled me out of my conversation with vikarm.

I glanced up at her with a gentle smile, and murmured lowly, "ji.."

She glanced at Saranya then back at me, "ye sara to ayegi nhi...tum bhi Trinay ki chhoti behen jaise ho...idhar aao...ye rasm tum hi kar do." She said in her velvety tone.

And my breath hitched at that moment, my gaze flickered at the entrance where he stood, his eyes locked on me.

Sharp and daring as if his mind and heart were fighting with each other for something he can't name.

But I grinned at aunty, "of course, aunty."

"Or kyu nhi bhala, already ghar mein teen handsome and well mannered aadmi hai, mein iss khusath buddhe ko kyu pasand krne lagi.."

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"Ahhh.....mujhe bass itna jaana hai ki is aadami ko kisne banaya hai...mein uski jaan le lungi...mere peeche hath dho kar pad gya hai.."

"Koi bhi ye nhi kahega ki ye meine hi likha tha....kutta hai ye ek number ka....kamina.... tharki...."

"meri jaan ke peeche pada hai..."

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"Find out everything about this girl." My words came low, lethal, wrapped in the stillness from which this world fears.

I shifted my gaze back to scar, "ye kaha se ayi hai, kya karti hai, kaise Zinda hai, kab paida hui, ya ho sake to kab maregi...farak nhi padta...par har ek detail wrna..."

I let them hang in the air.

No need to complete them.

Scar nodded and left the cabin immediately.

Still my gaze fell back on the live footage, where she was clearly visible, "tumhe marte hue dekhne mein mazaa aayega, jaan-e-man."

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I wanted to focus on my work but this man.

What the hell is his problem?

I started typing again when his voice came low almost an order, more demanding.

"Sex karogi mere sath?"

My eyes widened in panic, my head snapped at him as if the bone would come in two pieces out of my flesh.

"Ye aadmi pagal wagal hai kya? Meine itna thakri aadmi likha...mujhe khud yakeen nhi ho rha." I thought to myself before galring at him.

"Sharam nhi ayi na?" I narrowed my eyes at him, but he simply clicked his tongue as if it was the casual talk between us.

"Bhyii mein aapki biwi nhi hu Jake koi or dhundh lo..." I joined my hands, frustration bubbling in my chest.

But his voice came sharp this time, "ek baar or mujhse baat krte time bhai kaha to.."

I sharply mocked him, "to..."

But it was too late, he marched towards me with long strides.

And instinctively I crawled back on the bed, "are bhyii, bhyi global word.... sorry galti ho gyi..."

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"She is fucking my wife..." He roared like a monster in the hall and my body stiffened under his gaze.

The way he shouted, the way his eyes dug deeper into skin.

This man was getting under my skin and I was losing my patience with a loud voice I barked at him.

"Haan...kyu nhi...inki bhi biwi hu, aapki bhi biwi hu....jagat biwi bana do mujhe...."

Then, while crying I glanced up at the ceiling as if the god could hear me out.

"Hey.... bhagwan...kya ho rha hai meri zindagi mein...."

I snapped at each face, stood in front of me,

"pehle mein pagal thi....ab mein biwi hu...."

I fell on my knees crying out my pain but it felt more dramatic to me though it was actually a drama to skip all these idiots who were making me crazy.

"Hey bhagwan....meri to jindagi hi barbaad ho rakhi hai...."

"I'll show you who you belong to..." He marched towards me in anger and grabbed me by my arm pulling me up and making his way towards the closest room he could find.

But suddenly he stopped in his place. When Trinay came forward and held my arm pulling me away from his grip.

"What are you doing?" Trinay asked through gritted teeth, Trinay's eyes deeply locked with him.

My heart hammered wildly at the thought. What if he hadn't stopped this man in mid.

I would have actually lost something in that room.

Just then, the man glared at me then back at Trinay, "if she's not my wife that she should have to prove it by showing the marks I had seen while having her."

My heart popped out almost in my mouth.

"Ye dono...pagal hain kya?"

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My fingers dug deep into her cheeks holding her jaw painfully firm in my grip.

Her eyes welled up with tears, hanging low on the lower lashes.

"Agr ek kadam bhi peeche hatya, to jaan le lunga mein tumhari..." I stated, through gritted teeth.

Because she has no option.

Not now.

Not ever.

The moment she stepped in my brain. Under my skin.

Her life already caged up in my fist, and now if she dared to step an inch away from me.

I will definitely kill her.

But her words made something tightened in my chest, when she whispered lowly against my lips.

"Maar daalo...aise nhi jee paungi mein..."

That's it.

Her words immediately stilled in the air, as if stubbornly choosing to crawl under my skin and test my patience.

"I am not a saint, khyati. Or mujhe mujhse behtar janti ho tum...maan jao...."

"kar do khud ko mere hawale....khush rahogi..."

But she was as stubborn as me clearly showing that death will be more preferable than accepting the defeat.

"Aise jee kar bhi kya karungi, Trinay. Waise bhi har roj mar hi rahi hu..."

And my patience broke in that very second.

I pulled out my gun and aimed it on her forehead.

"As you wish jaan-e-man...."

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📌Important Points Before You Start Reading 📌

This book is entirely based on my imagination. It is not intended to hurt, offend, or insult anyone's feelings, beliefs, or opinions.

I take full responsibility for my work and do not permit anyone to copy, reproduce, or republish this story in any form without my permission.

It was completely my own choice to include myself as a character in this book.

Not every detail I share about myself in this story is real. Many aspects have been changed or fictionalized to protect my privacy.

The storyline, timeline, characters, and plot are purely fictional and have been created solely through my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

This story was born out of a simple curiosity, to think beyond the limits of reality and let my imagination wander.

I wanted to explore one question:

What could possibly happen if an author accidentally ended up in the very fictional world she created... where her most feared male lead already existed?

I hope you enjoy this journey into a world that exists Beyond the Logic.

Happy Reading! ❤️

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