Durga, a fiery young woman with eyes as deep as the night sky and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, walked through the bustling market of her small village. Her hips swayed gently as she moved through the throngs of people, her traditional ghagra choli clinging to her curves like a second skin, hinting at the treasures beneath.

Her raven hair cascaded down her back, adorned with fragrant jasmine flowers that danced in the warm, summer breeze. Her skin, kissed by the sun, glowed with the warmth of a thousand fires. Despite the oppressive heat, she carried herself with a grace that made every head turn and every heart flutter.

Anurag, her childhood sweetheart, watched her from a distance, his heart heavy with the weight of his father's ultimatum. His eyes, filled with unshed tears, traced every line of her body, committing her to memory. He knew the villagers' disapproval of their love was strong, but he had never imagined that it would come to this. The very thought of her with another man, especially the cruel and brutish Rajesh, sent a cold shiver down his spine. He had to find a way to save her, to keep her from a fate that would surely break her spirit. But for now, all he could do was watch and hope that somehow, their love would conquer all.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the village in a warm, golden hue, Anurag's father called for Durga. She walked towards the house with a heavy heart, knowing what was to come. The confrontation was swift and brutal, Anurag's father laying out the terms of her marriage to Rajesh , the very man who had been a thorn in their side for as long as they could remember. He was a goon, a brute, and a man who would never truly love or care for her. But the alternative was unthinkable - Anurag's life was on the line, and she knew she had to make the ultimate sacrifice to save him. With trembling hands and a tear-stained face, she agreed to marry Rajesh.

Anurag, standing by, his eyes burning with anger and despair, could only watch as the woman he loved was given away to save his own life. He felt like he was being torn apart, his soul ripped from his very core. He knew he could never forgive himself for allowing this to happen, but he also knew that he had no other choice.

"What the hell, Durga? You're going to marry that beast?" Anurag's eyes were wide with shock as he stared at his childhood sweetheart, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.

"I have no choice, Anurag," she replied, her voice a barely-audible whisper. "Villagers threatened your father. They will kill you if we keep meeting each other. This is the only way to save your life."

Durga eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke, her beautiful, oval face a canvas of sadness and resignation. Durga's long, raven hair fell like a waterfall around her shoulders, framing the delicate features that had once brought Anurag so much joy. The vibrant red of her sari clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the starkness of the room they found themselves in. The air had tension and the scent of fear.

"But I can't live without you," Anurag said, his voice thick with emotion. "We've loved each other since we were children. Surely, there's another way."

Durga looked up at Anurag, her eyes filled with love and sorrow. "There isn't, any other way. We must do this for your safety. You are completely dependent on your father. We can't fight with villagers. Rajesh will take care of me."

The wedding ceremony was a blur of painful moments for Durga. The villagers whispered and glared as she walked down the aisle, her heart feeling heavier with each step. Anurag's eyes never left hers, filled with a silent plea she couldn't answer.

The touch of her sari against her skin was like a thousand needles as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape her throat. Her body was on autopilot as she went through the motions, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could ever endure a life with the brute Rajesh.

The villagers whispered behind their hands, their eyes filled with pity and judgment as they watched the couple exchange vows that were as false as the smile plastered on Durga's face. Anurag felt like he was in a nightmare, unable to move or speak as he saw his love become the property of another man.

As the priest chanted the final mantras and Rajesh's rough hand slipped a garland around her neck,

Durga felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She was now married to a man who she knew was only interested in one thing - power and dominance over her. Anurag looked away, unable to watch as the reality of their forced separation sank in.

The newlyweds left the village in a cloud of dust, heading towards Rajesh's small, dilapidated home. The journey was silent, each mile feeling like an eternity as Durga's heart pounded in her chest. She knew what the night would bring, but she was determined to endure it all for Anurag's sake.

When they arrived, the house was dark and cold. The only light came from a flickering candle that casteerie shadows on the walls. Durga's eyes searched the room for any sign of comfort, but all she found was the rough, straw bed that would be her prison for the night. She turned to face her new husband, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and resentment.

Rajesh, a strong mascular man with a lecherous grin, stepped closer to Durga. His breath reeked

of alcohol and sweat, making her stomach churn. "Welcome to your new home," he sneered, his voice thick with malice.

Durga's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. "I will never love you, Rajesh," she spat, her voice firm despite the fear that gripped her.

Rajesh's grin grew wider, his hands reaching out to grasp her waist. "Love has nothing to do with this,"

he growled, pulling her closer. "You're mine now, and you will do as I say."

Durga pushed against rajesh, her strength surprising even herself. "I will never be yours!" she declared, her voice shaking with passionate defiance.

But Rajesh was not to be denied. His hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night. Durga stumbled back, the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

He stalked closer, his eyes glinting in the candlelight as he reached for her again.

"You will learn to obey me, Durga," he snarled, his grip tightening on her arm. "Now, remove your clothes and come to the bed."