Krisha~Marked by him

He looked at her like she was the only thing he ever wanted. "Krisha... will you marry me?" he asked, calm... too calm. She crossed her arms, chin tilted high. "No." Just one word. Bas ek 'no'... and the man who controls everything suddenly went still. He stepped closer, eyes dark, voice low enough to steal her breath. "Okay then... tum naa bol do." A pause. "But listen carefully, Krisha- if you won't marry me... then I will marry you." Her breath hitched. His smirk deepened. Because when he marks someone as his, duniya rokti bhi, toh bhi farq nahi padta. She thinks she rejected him. But he... he just claimed her. This isn't a love story. This is a war-between her stubbornness and his obsession. Between her freedom... and him being the man who refuses to let go.