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When He Came

Sonakshi, a powerful and ambitious businesswoman, has always been in control of her life. But everything changes when Aryan, a charming yet mysterious man, enters her world. What starts as a seemingly perfect romance soon turns into a dangerous game of deception, power, and hidden motives. Aryan, unknowingly being used as a pawn by a sinister third party, gets entangled in a web of manipulation. But Sonakshi, sharp and calculative, soon uncovers the truth—Aryan is not acting on his own. Instead of confronting him, she decides to play along, setting a trap of her own. The game is on, and Sonakshi is determined to emerge victorious. The scandal of their intimate photos being leaked forces their families into a heated confrontation. While Aryan's conservative family demands marriage as the only solution, Sonakshi's father refuses to pressure his daughter into anything against her will. Amidst the chaos, Aryan realizes his genuine love for Sonakshi and publicly declares that he needs her—not out of obligation, but because she completes him. He proposes, but Sonakshi, ever strategic, asks for time to decide. As twists and turns unfold, Sonakshi remains steps ahead, carefully plotting her next move. With secrets unraveling and new enemies emerging, the battle is no longer just about love—it’s about control, power, and revenge. In When He Came, love is not just about emotions; it’s about strategy. Will Sonakshi accept Aryan’s love, or will she use him to take down the real mastermind pulling the strings? In this high-stakes game, who will win, and who will lose everything?

AR_B20 · Urban
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53 Chs
#CEO
#SWEETLOVE
#FATEDLOVE
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#BUSINESSWOMAN

Shattered Illusions

In the midst of a crucial conversation with a foreign investor, Aryan barged in, visibly agitated. "What's happening? They're insulting me, and you're doing nothing," he shouted.

I met his glare with a stern look. "Watch your tone, Aryan. Remember, I don't answer to you."

He acknowledged, "I know that."

"Then perhaps you're still recovering from a rough night?" I suggested pointedly.

"No, I'm perfectly sober," he insisted.

"Perhaps you should take some time to rest. We'll discuss this tomorrow," I proposed, trying to defuse the situation.

But he was adamant. "No, I want to talk about it now. Let the world know about us," he declared.

I attempted to calm him down. "Just relax. You're not thinking clearly."

I whispered urgently, "Don't mess this up, or there will be consequences."

Ignoring my warning, he took me onto the stage, professing his love in front of everyone. I recoiled, pulling away as he tried to slip a ring onto my finger.

"What are you doing? Stop this," I exclaimed.

He stood his ground, pleading, "Look at me and tell me you don't love me."

"Babe, this isn't a movie," I retorted.

Insisting on his delusion, he grasped my hands tightly, causing me pain. "You're lying. You do love me, right?"

"Let go, Aryan. You're hurting me," I demanded, struggling to break free.

Refusing to accept reality, he tightened his grip. "Say it. Say you love me."

Frustrated, I pushed him away and slapped him, the sound echoing in the room. "Enough! I don't love you, and I never will. Do you understand?"

He crumbled, tears streaming down his face. I placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering, "I warned you. I'm sorry."