HIS FORBIDDEN SINDOOR
#1 Psychologic - 08-10-2026 WATTPAD THE RATHORE CAGE The room fell silent. Dead silent. Divya stood beside the bed, her trembling fingers clutching the pleats of her saree as though the fragile fabric could protect her from the man standing before her. Her eyes were swollen from crying, yet beneath the tears burned a tiny flame of resistance. She dropped to her knees, folded her hands, and whispered, "Please... let me go." Reyansh said nothing. Not a word. He simply stepped forward. One step. Another. Until her back met the cold wall. His palm slammed against it beside her head, the sound echoing through the room. Divya flinched. Reyansh lowered his gaze to hers-calm, cold, absolute. Then came a single word. "Run." Her breath stopped. For one second, she couldn't understand. Then she ran. Barefoot, breathless, through the endless corridors of the Rathore mansion. Past towering portraits. Past silent servants who immediately lowered their eyes. Past shadows that seemed to move with her. Her heartbeat thundered as she reached the staircase- -and froze. Reyansh was already there. Waiting. He hadn't chased her. He hadn't needed to. His eyes travelled slowly from her tear-stained face to her trembling feet, then returned to her eyes. There was no anger in them. No desperation. Only certainty. "Again." Two syllables. Divya's eyes filled with tears. And suddenly, she understood. The mansion wasn't her prison. He was. There were no chains. No locked doors. No guards needed. Because the entire Rathore estate belonged to the man standing before her. And Reyansh Rajvansh Rathore never chased what he knew could never escape. Power never runs. Power waits.
