Author's Pov

"Stop this nonsense! We are not married. We are a widow—Pranav’s widow! You conspired against us. How did you do all this? Why don’t we remember anything? How did we end up on that Shrivardhan Ranawat’s bed? Tell us!" Kanishka asked angrily.

At her words, Harshita started laughing. Standing next to her, Adheer was glaring at her with rage.

Kanishka snapped toward him in anger. "Don’t make us lose our temper!" she said, stepping up close to his face and clenching her fist. "We will kill you!" she warned with fury burning in her eyes.

Harshita gently lowered Kanishka’s hand, smiling coldly. "Kanishka, dear… you are married now. After marriage, girls shouldn’t raise their voice like this. You married out of your own free will, dear. We just… took control of that will. Come, let me tell you how."

She began to explain.