For one and a half years, Ekansh Virk hunted her across every corner of the continent. Sleep meant nothing. Mercy meant less. All he wanted was his wife, Aayesha. When he finally finds her, he does not ask. He takes. He drags her back into his world and makes one thing brutally clear; she will never leave him again. He will cage her, tie her to his bed, and punish every soft, trembling inch of her body day and night until she regrets the letter, the silence, and the choice to walk away. This is no longer love. This is possession. And he will not stop until she begs.