The Silent War begins!
“I am just a Unwanted Wife!”
Virat grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and threw it onto the couch.
Virat Rathore (ML)
This is where you will sleep. ❄️
Siya looked at the couch. It was small, barely big enough for her to fit comfortably. Her feet would dangle off the edge.
Siya Mehta (FL)
(She hesitated before saying)
Siya Mehta (FL)
You don’t have to do this. I can take the floor.
Virat let out a mocking laugh.
Virat Rathore (ML)
Trying to act noble now? Sleeping on the floor won’t change the fact that you deceived me. ❄️
Siya didn’t argue. She simply picked up the blanket and, instead of heading to the couch, she walked toward a small carpeted area near the window. She carefully laid out the blanket and sat down, hugging her knees.
Virat Rathore (ML)
What are you doing? (Virat frowned)
Siya Mehta (FL)
Sleeping on the floor. (she said softly) It’s better this way.
For a split second, something flashed in his eyes. But he masked it with indifference.
Virat Rathore (ML)
Suit yourself! (he muttered before turning away)
He switched off the lights and climbed onto the bed, his back turned to her. Siya lay down on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, her heart feeling heavier than the silence in the room.
This was her wedding night.
But instead of love, there was only hatred.
Instead of warmth, there was only distance.
Instead of Sanaya, there was only her.
The next morning, Siya woke up with an ache in her back from sleeping on the hard floor. She blinked against the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Virat was already up, standing near the dresser, buttoning his crisp white shirt. He looked powerful, intimidating, and completely unaffected by the fact that they were now husband and wife.
Siya sat up, rubbing her arms to shake off the stiffness.
Virat turned to her, his expression unreadable.
Virat Rathore (ML)
Get ready. We have to go downstairs for the post-wedding rituals. ❄️
Siya hesitated before nodding. She stood up, adjusting her dupatta.
Just as she reached for the dressing table, Virat spoke again.
Virat Rathore (ML)
Don’t think for a second that this marriage changes anything. You are only here because of circumstances. The moment I find a way out, I will end this. ❄️
Siya’s heart clenched, but she kept her face neutral.
Virat studied her for a moment, as if trying to understand why she wasn’t reacting the way he expected. Why wasn’t she crying? Why wasn’t she begging?
But Siya had already cried enough last night.
Now, she had only one goal to survive in this marriage, no matter how painful it was.
As Virat walked out of the room, leaving her alone, Siya took a deep breath and whispered to herself.
Siya Mehta (FL)
I didn’t choose this, but I won’t break either. 🙂💔
The silent war between them had begun.
And neither of them was willing to lose.
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